Lewis & Clarke - Comfort Inn video free download

I am the reason that you run

Piss drunk with the one,

Giving faith to you

You say you drank her eyes like wine

They played like violins,

Led you to the truth

The medium she paints with

Has blossomed in your eyes

Like the freedom songs

That slaves sang

To drown away their cries

She's taken your heart from you

The city it holds a certain smell

Gets trapped inside your lungs,

Gives you peace of mind

She holds a piece of your mind

And says you'll have it back

If you stay with her awhile

The harpist chord she plays,

She plays without a miss

You have felt nothing like it

Since the days that we were kids

The art of confusion

Kept our feelings hid

She has opened you up somehow

Now your drink doesn't call your name

You have given up destruction

For a brand new game

She's leaving for the heavens

You'd better catch her if you can

Some images are sure to shake you up

Blessed is the man

Who hasn't had enough

I am sure you will try

And press your luck

But she will bring you down,

From the ninth cloud to the ground

She will write you sonnets

On a napkin stained with kicks

You'll say you haven't got yours,

She will show you what you've missed

And point to a man in the corner,

Clenching his fists

Wasting his life away

You will feel better if you sleep

The sandman's heroin

Will bring you deep

She will be waiting there for you

To take your withered hands,

And in her hands she'll keep

She will tell you stories

Of those singers in her day

Before those fakers came

And took it all away

She will smile

And her eyes will seem to say

"Do you remember

When times were good?"

Nothing will ever be the same again

You will never find a closer friend

She's leaving for the station

You'd better catch her if you can

The midnight madness will eat you up

Chew you up and spit you out

She will pick you off the ground

Off the sidewalks of this town

She will take you to the river

And she'll baptize you

With her grace

You will find a cure to sadness

In the valleys of her face

She will make something of beauty

From this filthy place

And lay it by your bed.

You will feel like you've just been born

Deep inside you

There's this aching warmth

She's leaving for the city

You'd better catch her if you can