Light Treason

Hugh:

I am on crutches, and I am a fool

I am in stitches because of my only rule

Is as long as you are bleeding you are alive

So I will have to paint my shirt white

I've been to doctors and I've been to shrinks

But my problems get bigger faster than you think

As long as I am crazy I'll be fine

Never walking those straight lines

I kissed an angel and I fucked a clown

As long as I’m lifted I am never let down

As long as I’m dreaming, I am safe

Flying away on wings far from faith

All of my songs are about me and myself

But it makes things more interesting with your help

As long as there is a song in my throat

I'll tickle those melodies you wrote

It’s Christmas morning and I've lost my stocking

Baby bear is yelping because I stopped rocking

As long as he cries then I am home

My own little personal Rome

I burned the presents and I trimmed the tree

Mary is still smiling at the glowing trinity

As long as she is chaste I'll confess

Virgins are rare here out west

I hate the holidays and I hate your hymns

Love is lost in wrapping and hiding our sins

Everyone cares about what is hers or his

While I ask, "what can you give?"

I love living rooms and breaking down walls

I love rocking chairs and short phone calls

If I could I would give you the earth

But then you ask, "what is it worth?"

I go to work even when the pink slips been handed

My flow state is streaming but not in demand

And I know if I’m crazy I’ll be fine

Living off residuals and time

But this individual is my mind

Its just in my mind, all in my mind

I reach for bread even when there are fishes

I keep swimming and drown in your kisses

Ah! Et tu, brute?

If I keep screaming I’m okay