The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
but when I'm done freezing I want to be alone


never want my hand cut off
never want a hacking cough
never need a cliffside push

never turn my brain to mush

always give me what I lack

always take the best parts back
always recognize your fate
always just a moment late


left is where I always turn
left is how I'm forced to learn

left the route my walking takes
left alone with my mistakes


up against the person who
up 'til now I never knew
up from hell the answer blew

up or down it's up to you

drag me off the Chinese wall

and peel my fingers off the rim
I come unglued while in midair and land to reform
limb by limb


and I am taken far away...


lingering slowly melting away
tossed with the salad and baled with the hay
pooling the water that drips from above

trampled by lambs pecked by the dove