Beneath the Wheel

Broken open
Candy coating
Every lie we’re told
Crashing hearts
Withered color
Crushed into the fold
Dripping night
Carrying rainbows
Sang like more bad news
Beneath the wheel
And drowning in the sun
Weeping shades of blue

Easter Sunday
Manic mummy
Turning in scotch tape
Pouring over
Holy rollers
Paint a sky to scrape
A carving clock
Could sing you out of
Something beautiful and true
And somewhere tomorrow
I’m remembering today
Weeping shades of blue
Under the shade of a new moon

Rolling still
Like a wheel
Rolls up a hill

Rolling still
Like a wheel
Likе a wheel
Like a wheel

Sentencеd to the bottle
Self oblivion
Steering for the bottom
Trying to force the wind
Into the wounded memory
How swiftly a crowd descends
The whole of human history
Is a joke that never ends

Maybe I should take your number
Maybe I should call
Summer cooks us
Gold in slumber
Nothing left for Fall
How quick it seems
We’ll feed the weeds
Forever overgrown
And like a dream
That dies and bleeds
Like everyone you’ve known
(Oh everyone will go)

Rolling still
Like a wheel
Rolls down a hill

I'm rolling
Still
Like a wheel
Like a wheel
Like it’s real