Jane goes to sleep in the back of my car she is mute and disheveled all under the stars that are twinkling irreverent to illuminate scars on this widow hatched, trailer trash, angel of god And her window is down so the breeze blows her hair to feel light as a feather that swirls in the air Lost... never landing... where current is king Little fuck puppet freeing herself from her strings In the road-way-hum we are falling together And the headlight flow looks like ghost tears from heaven. Jane takes a much deeper look at herself A ripped up old raggedy Anne on the shelf that was put away torn in some bully boy's room half wrapped up in spider web, cat pissed and strewn Little ghost child she stares just a while out the window. Then she drifts back off in the warmth of dream's halo She woke for a little while looks all around A face in my mirror smiles We're so far from town Somebody somewhere must know what she means when she says that she's sinking more into that dream that she's not really here nor has she ever been she's just muddled thought, manifest, in god's brain obscene And then silenced all so that no one will hear her A lost heart beat just outside of the mirror We just arrived yesterday and for a short while we have a safe place to stay we turn off the light And we both lay down in the same place together Just two lost coins in the same box of treasure Yeah we both lay down in the same place together Two lost coins in the same box of treasure And we all lay down in the same place together We are all lost coins in the same box of treasure Till we all lay down in the graveyards together we are all lost souls in the halls of forever. Jane falls asleep in the back of my car

I have wandered blind into your garden through a door, lost inside the dead of light And I don't know if you can feel my spirit watching you, sleeping in the morning light And I don't want to get used to this I need to get over it, long enough to say goodnight And I just need to get over it, somehow I must forget to wake up on the other side We are both but wanderers of forests dreaming souls, slip between those rings of light Strung out on the lawns of black heart mansion sunshine dreams, beneath the patterns of the butterfly And I could really get used to this, lost in your morning kiss. Lost inside your summer eyes. And I May not get over this, but no star falls without a wish way up in this pauper's sky Come with me oh daughter of the Woodlocks reach to me through the crackle of the dying mind May we fall angels from dark heavens courtesans, pulsing through the dance of life... pulsing, pulsing. And you, you will get over this when stars fall without a wish just reach out to another light And you, you will get over us words spoken without trust that's how we tell our favorite lies

And when the morning came to find you with its light That's when I found I only dreamed of you last night Now I wonder where you are if you're alright fairy fluttering through your storm with your bracelets and your charms I could never do you harm There were times I thought the world was on my side like when I saw my own reflection in your eyes We fell into each other's arms and then we lie Two spirits glowing in the night with all the holy of the psalm I will never do you wrong And when the shadows come to bury me tonight Should you wonder where I am I am alright Though I wish that we could share this moon tonight in my window 'neath the stars so I could melt into your heart I will never do you wrong

I was in a place that I could not name I was on my own, lost upon my way to a place I'd never seen before. And the path was long and the moon hung low When I heard a voice on the radio The golden sigh of a broke heart singer Sometimes the pauper is the poet Sometimes the fool is wise Sometimes the joker seems to know it He was in a place that he tried to name Just an orphan child in the pouring rain with a heart so old it was made by angels In his tower room writing holy songs that were so beautiful the devil sang along His spirit soared above the weeper Sometimes the blossom breaks its branches Sometimes the angels cry Sometimes your father is a phantom I didn't know you before they hung you from your halo But somehow I knew you couldn't last for long, Save for song. So if you're in a place that you cannot name And you're all alone, lost upon your way to a place you've never seen before If your path seems long and the moon is low You might hear the voice of some holy ghost It's the golden sigh of the broke heart singer Sometimes the silence is not golden.

We were really messed up still we hung out all night at blacksmith bar where all is forgiven Shadows plotting our fate but we were too tired to wait we both fell deep into each other The band played sad jamboree as you were looking at me with eyes like holy past life lovers And so we slipped off to your room there beneath the stars 'cause that's just what you're supposed to do on nights when Venus kisses Mars I was really strung out I left her sleeping in the shadows cast by street lights through her window I left my ghost in her room I walked up 5th avenue through morning faces that know no happy ending She stirs alone in her bed the empty bottles, no more stars just window taps from outside branches I sleep it off, I fix a drink and then I'm back out with the boys We play our songs, we move along so much for filling up the void I'd love to stay and comfort you or maybe find out who you are Oh but instead, I'll write this song and call it "Venus Kissing Mars" She was really messed up she sat up drinking all alone on roof top, heartbeats still remember She's still that same little girl but now abandoned laying strung out crying heartbeat cold December Up in the chimney smoke she raised her glass silent toasts, to ghost of lovers fade like embers She's found her place back in her room watching late night movie shows It's true these dreams are not her own but that's all you've got when dreams are gone He's found his place, out on the streets back home with anyone he meets But he will leave them with a smile if they don't let it get too deep To boys still hanging out in bars To girls still trapped behind the stars On nights like this, we long for bliss that's only Venus Kissing Mars

If I had a million I know that I'd be free said the ugly voice inside of thee Or if you hit the big time girl well maybe then they'd see that there's something beautiful in thee Something that's so beautiful, it's spiritual it's animal, it's anything it needs to be It's raven clawed, it's tentacled it's writhing on its pedestal unfolding inside of thee When I took a moment just to watch you on your stage you're a child that dances 'round its grave I hide behind the candle in the corner of the room and I try to dream us far away 'cause I don't want to see you in a state of feigned relations bending holy to stranger's smiles For soon there'll come a night your golden light will turn against you you'll be pulled to the other side If they lived forever still they'd never live to see all the pain that's there inside of thee If they'd turn the lights out here then everyone agrees that there's something wrong inside of me It butterflies in faces then goes fluttering cross stages orchestrating the coming days So gather 'round my childhood friends we all know how the story ends so nobody turn the page. . . .