Highfisch

On darkest nights the phone is always dead
You wrapped your wires around my neck
With those blue fingertips as sharp as soap
And a hundred maybes, you sure got more in store
You don’t know yet what it’s all about
See, there’s no connection, why no need to shout
Just walk about it, gently move on
Don’t let’em hear if you’re stayin’ for long

To quote from you, it’s a nice surprise
To finally know where’s your alibi
Those relatives come and those cemeteries grow
Your head’s composed of Singapore smoke
On darkest districts your voice ignites
Whatever burns, be sure it’s mine
Just walk about it, slowly take care
Of all those things that just weren’t there

Your will has put my coat on the hook
I can’t come down, seems I’m stuck for good
You see those pockets of mine are always clean
No matter how hard you discuss the obscene
No perimeters for you to climb
I’ve broken my legs, you’ve broken my spine
A hundred floors down, ain’t that where it’s at
You’ve done so much better with a wise diplomat

You’re putting disasters right up at this shelf
I’ve dusted it off, to see what you got left
Oh all of these pictures I’ve see that they’re gone
Me standing by your white telephone
Me smoking cigars for a dime or two
What’s cheap, like you said, can never be good
Yeah, you’re kinda cheap now, too, I admit
With your head in the clouds and eyes at your feet

That Persian carpet is gone for good
I’ve see you’ve some changes, I’ve got you some moods
The I-ching witch couldn’t do it just fine
You’ve hired a plumber, you’ve boasted my pride
Could never repair what never was broke
I’m stuck here with you, might end here and choke
Your blues goes deeply into my throat
Can’t come out like you, can’t be ignored