A blind man looks out through your eye,
He hears the color of your sigh
Tastes a laugh upon your thigh, then roars
Oh, let's be clear, my sighing balladeer
I want nothing more than
You to hear me now
There's red iron in the sliding clay,
It stains our knees and turns away
The blood-lusty angels looking to rumble in town
Oh, let me be clear, my sliding bombardier
I want nothing more than
You to find me now
Here's how I'm leaning, word for word,
No matter what you think you've heard:
When I say, "bird," I mean a bird, no less and not more
Oh, let it be clear, my leaning auctioneer:
I want nothing more than
You to raise me now
I'm thirsting after righteous gloom
With daylight streaming in this room;
And the loss of love one day soon may bear me out and away
But let's be clear, my streaming volunteer
I want nothing more than
You to see me now
But let's be clear, my streaming volunteer
I want nothing more than
You to hear me now
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