Time and space deliver us, from all that we could be. Leave rabbits sleeping in their hats for all eternity. Sometimes I catch flicker and I think you see it too, sometimes I see a dead man with his dying left to do. And slowly this unravels to a quiet compromise, and prayers sent out like dirty jokes come back a alibis. I'm cold and I'm alone, but it feels good to be alive, under the water. Something grows untended, in the corner of my heart, and it feels like a beginning, but I don't know where to start. If fingers are a tribute and the moment is denial. lips become the colour of the bluest summer skies. So let this man be an island, and get swallowed by the waves 'cause it's harder to be lost when it's easy to be saved. Time and space deliver me from promises I've made, under the water.I am a bomb. I am a bullet. When the war is done. You lay me down. I am the grunt. Dumb motherfucker with a girl at home who sleeps around. So tell me true am I just a flag to drape accross the ashes? Somethings wrong. Isn't this supposed to be my hero's welcome? There are things a man should fight for. I don't want to die alone here with you sleeping right beside me. I am a map.  We plot out victories when all thats left is distance now. I am afraid. I am the coward who will keep it in and do without. You're soft to touch, but I can smell the village as it burns behind us. Twist that blade.  A million dollar wound to see me home for Christmas.Your fingernails are dirty. Your lips are dry and cracked. Hours come and go, and your eyes are still open, so I stare and you stare back. It twists, it hurts Experience. You live and learn.  Experience. Half past eleven and I'm still shaking. I can't smoke my cigarettes. From somewhere in between a whisper and a scream I wait for you to take a breath. And it's not happening. Is it time to go home yet? When can I put it down to experience?With the best of intentions at sevens and sixes, a shake of the head turns to whispers and kisses. Promises bloody and raw, get easier just to ignore. So you look for the light in darkest of places, where the decks are all marked and the smiles are like razors. Your faith weighs you down like a debt that nobody wants to collect. you try to remember the fall, it was something and nothing at all.  And those feelings slip by in quick silver flashes, but a flick of the wrist and its ashes to ashes. 'Cause god's in the details tonight, but it doesn't make anything right.When beauty falls it finds me here in summers bright and dusty smear. It breaks my heart like photographs. The breeze is think with needful things. Alive with final reckonings. And shaken trees drop memories. Fortune fits me like a hat. it spins odd like an acrobat desplite the bliss it comes to this it all falls down around us. To have but not to hold. It slips a little more each day until it slips away.  A shallow breath begat the lie with hands to rule the hearts desires.  We'll come to know the letting go.  When beauty falls it fills me up and stars spill out of paper cups.  A better guess than happiness? And when you go, go with grace. Try to take it with you. you can't take it with you.