Break My Heart Lyrics

Are You Trying To Break My Heart

I had a dream

Dream of a girl

I never knew

There was so much trouble

In this world

If I wanted pain

I just had to ask

She walked away

And I put my fingers through the glass

Here she comes

here she comes

Here she comes

Are you trying to break my heart

Back in those days

I steered by the stars

Aimed for the moon

Wound up in the bars

There was a room

I papered with prayers

Scattered with flowers

While somebody else waited on the stairs

I turned to God

I turned to drink

My heart turned to steam

I threw up in the sink

Stuck in this place

Where there was no help

I looked at my face

I was a stranger to myself

Here she comes

Here she comes

Here she comes

Are you trying to break my heart

Here she comes

coming through the trees

Here she comes

I'm down on my knees

Here she comes

Are you trying to break my heart

Prodigal Son

This is the hour

Of my confession

Telling myself

Its kill or cure

And I am dressed

In gorgeous raiment

A deathbed conversion

Like any old whore

And as I kneel

In clouds of Glory

So many sins

Burnt on my tongue

Is it too late

For absolution

Will you receive

Your prodigal son

So caught between

The Book and the bottle

A swinging door

Or a promise of peace

As I genuflect

Is God in the building

And whose is the voice

That answers my prayer

Long Grass

I was brought up in the long grass

With the tires and the broken glass

I got good at keeping secrets

I just let those summers past

When they asked me for my name

I told them lies

Things aint been the same

Since my mother died

They say I came out screaming

I was caught in the headlights

The Doctor took to drinking

And the nurse she cried all night

Some things will change your world

To black and white

Things aint been the same

Since my mother died

There's a rainbow in the road

Full of colours I don't see

I can see the blues and blacks

But the yellows gone from me

The yellows gone from me

You can wake up one morning

And there is no getting back

All the things you were dreaming

Are like a tombstone on your back

I only tell the truth

When Im half tied

Things aint been the same

Since my mother died

Double cross your heart

Stick a needle in your eye

My glass is half empty

And I cant tell you why

But certain songs will always

Make me cry

Things aint been the same

Since my mother died

I'm Done

You say this is forever

Not my first rodeo

Life in all its glory

And there's still so far to go

And Age is just a number

The heart's forever young

There are still roses

In the morning

Still songs to be sung

You say we can be free

The race is still to run

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done

You can have the struggle

The yearning to be free

I'm kicking off my boots

Underneath this tree

You want to make your mark

Baby go right ahead

Of course you want all

Those fine words

Spoken after your dead

Don't let me stop you

Now that your time has come

But stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done

All the things I never got to

The whole damn bucket list

All those crazy wild souls

I'm gonna have to miss

No beach for me at midnight

No Ayahuasca moon

I'm gonna to take your word for it

I'll have to hum that tune

You say this great adventure

Has only just begun

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done

I'm hanging up my hat

I'm giving back my guns

The White Boy Outsiders Club

Just lost another one

The Hemingway drinking

The Hank Chinaski Show

All my Baudelairing days

They've all got to go

I wont get well no more

I guess I've had my fun

Stick a fork in me baby

I'm Done

Galilee

Now Galilee I don't recall

The colour of her eyes

She's got a little cocktail dress,

sparkles like crushed ice

Do that kind of thing just once

You'd better get it right.

I believed in methylated mermaids

Galilee, I wanna drown in the sea

Swallow me, I wanna dive

Galilee, your seas are bluer than me

Follow me I wanna dive

Like Neimann spots my wound is cleansed

What is your command

Ill make you hear my own

And kiss your bleeding hand

I'll go and do my time

Like a tornado out at sea

The waves are cold, blue and gold

Doesn't frighten me

Galilee,just try abandoning me

Can't you see this means goodbye

Taking the centre from myself

The woman and the man

Taking it to god, I got my Bible and Koran

Taking the centre out to a cyclone out at sea

Watching it pass a little boy by the coast of Gallilee

Sometimes I want alcohol and alcohol wants me

I'm shouting at his birds to pass this message on for me

I listen to his sailor's songs and wish I'd run away

And I believed in methylated mermaids

Galilee I wanna drown in the sea

Swallow me, I wanna dive

Galilee your seas are bluer than me

Swallow me, I wanna dive

Waiting F T W

She put her hands upon me

Like a painting by Millais

She comes and takes me over

Takes me over today

To breastfeed the baby

To navigate the world

While we put on our make up

Waiting for the women

She will drive you home

She will drive you wild

Negotiate your longing

All night long

She speaks in courtyard language

She talks in tongues of fire

While we put on our make up

Waiting for the women

She's a space invader

She is my higher power

She takes me places

And she makes me like it

She's across my borders

She's annexed my soul

Her name is my safe word

Waiting for the women

Waiting

The hand that rocks the cradle

Waiting

The hand that rules the world

Waiting

The Bee-Stung Lips

Waiting for the women

Waiting

At The foot of the Cross

Waiting

Where the ships come in

Waiting

In her fuck-me pumps

Waiting

Waiting for the women

In Trouble

Everybody's worried

Everybody's getting anxious or high

Everyone is wondering

Was that hello or goodbye

I keep my distance

But I can see it in your eyes

You're in trouble,

And now so am I

Well is it everybody

Or is this just me and you

I'm listening to your story

But I'm wondering if it's true

Is it the real thing

Or just your alibi

But you're in trouble

And now so am I

Things just keep on changing

Everything begins to slide

I'm hanging on for dear life

Maybe I should run and hide

Been a long time coming

But the future has arrived

Baby you're in trouble

And now so am I

This Is How You Lose Her

These are the eyes

And this is the face

The time is mine

So this is the place

With these few words

I make sure

With these few words

This is how you lose her

So I bought the wine

And I made the bed

And we drank the wine

And then she said

With these few words

I make sure

With these few words

This is how you lose her

Busses Trains,the running sand

All the clocks are holding hands

You fingertip the weeping sky

My reflection in your eye

All the sweet and sour lies

The pain of watching something die

Your back, your arms across the bed,

The golden hour before you said...

With these few words,

I make sure

With these few words

This is how you lose her

Ready For The Blues

January got the best of me

My fugitive heart inside my coat

The nights are long and full of voices

Whispered songs I never wrote

Clearing my throat

And a hundred words

Just so much confetti around my shoes

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

April comes too late to save me now

My shadow long upon this road

The trees are bright and full of blossom

But they don't know what I know

I hate to go,

I hate to leave you now

This time I

Don't get to choose

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

I'm betrayed

By every sunrise

I make my confession in

A thousand rooms

Tell my secrets to the carpet

When all I really want

Is you

Every sunset's

An invitation

That was just a line

But now its true

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

I'm getting ready

For the Blues

Typewriter

I've got too many years

Or not enough

I'm up to here

With that kind of stuff

I should be taller

Or less tall

Got no experience

Or I've had them all

I've got opinions

But I know nothing

I've been all around the world

And I'm not bluffing

I need more hair

I need more money

I need more… gravitas

I'm just not funny

I should be

Darker , lighter,thinner,brighter

Broken, whole, silver,gold

Bought, sold

I've had it all

And I'm empty handed

Right here at home

I've been abandoned

I've been so right

About what's wrong

I've only just got here

And I've already stayed too long

I need more class

I need more looks

I need more space

I need to read more books

I can't be realer, faker

Clearer, opaquer

I could be your man

But I'm just your waiter

I should be

Humbler, greater,gayer straighter

Lefter, righter,a lover not a fighter

But

I'm just another monkey

With a typewriter

Just another monkey