Blind Curve

I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable

A lonely piece of action from another town

I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely

Can't you stay away?

Just leave me alone with my thoughts

Just a runaway, just a runaway

I'm saving myself

II. Passing Strangers

Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights

Cold moan, held on the crest of the night

I'm too tired to fight.

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables

Still trying to get over

Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers

All those passing strangers

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies

Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper

III. Mylo

Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down

And we sat and cried on the phone

I never felt so alone

He was the first of our own

Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity

Some of us go down in a haze of publicity

The price of infamy, the edge of insanity

Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home

And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone

'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain

And he looked out the window and it started to rain

I thought maybe I've already gone crazy

So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door

And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor

Inviting me to a casual obscenity.

IV. Perimeter Walk

It would be incredible if we could

Retrace all the times that we lived here

All the collisions

Wasted, I've never been so wasted

I've never been this far out before

Perimeter walk

There's a presence here

I feel could have been ancient,

I could have been mystical

There's a presence

A child, my child

My childhood, a misplaced childhood