The Transforming

I wish that they would stop saying things about me

Every attribute and sad excuse they whisper inside when I leave

Oh is anything heaven sent if I can't get away from it

I can try and help you imagine what it has been like

Out I go across the snow in my numbed up puffer coat

Please don't just say something I don't want to hear a word

The murmuring inside my mind was so goddamn loud last night

Out I go into the cold tell me something I don't know

Please don't just say something I don't want to hear the old

The murmuring inside my mind was so goddamn loud last night

Haven't you ever been laying in bed in the morning felt burgeoning blood forming

I leapt out of bed leaving you instead for The Transforming

I fell down the stairs on my way my wings grew I did soar

Out through the kitchen window out across the porch

I couldn't be described a captive anymore

Haven't you ever been laying in bed in the morning felt burgeoning blood forming

On my trip around the city in the sky I couldn't help but notice

All the people walking all alone or hand in hand

Thought I felt some butterflies and then I was a butterfly and everybody saw me soaring everyone was admiring me

Cause I was so damn pretty

I followed the wind all the way till I could see the ocean

I dropped like a stone down so hard I closed my eyes and saw stars

Haven't you ever been praying in bed in the morning heard someone in the kitchen

Haven't you ever been praying in bed in the morning heard someone in the downstairs

On my dive into the ocean I saw lots of creatures being everything I ever wanted everyone of them un-haunted

Then I felt the current change and then I knew how to behave

And I was free of my injunctions inhabiting holy moments

And I was so damn pretty

I was so damn pretty

I know I swore I'd stop saying things about you

A few years ago I thought I knew the depths of the worst of the truth

And I know the way you would have been is better than the way it was

But I can't go back to dragging myself through your mud

Here I am across the sand staring at a promised land