The Shoulder That I Leaned On Was Carved Out Of Stone

But When I'm Done Freezing I Want To Be Alone



Never Want My Hand Cut Off

Never Want A Hacking Cough

Never Need A Cliffside Push

Never Turn My Brain To Mush



Always Give Me What I Lack

Always Take The Best Parts Back

Always Recognize Your Fate

Always Just A Moment Late



Left Is Where I Always Turn

Left Is How I'm Forced To Learn

Left The Route My Walking Takes

Left Alone With My Mistakes



Up Against The Person Who

Up 'til Now I Never Knew

Up From Hell The Answer Blew

Up Or Down It's Up To You



Drop Me Off The Chinese Wall

And Peel My Fingers Off The Rim

I Come Unglued While In Midair And Land To Reform

Limb By Limb



And I Am Taken Far Away...



Lingering Slowly Melting Away

Tossed With The Salad And Baled With The Hay

Pooling The Water That Drips From Above

Trampled By Lambs Pecked By The Dove