If I could Live My Life Again

December 9, 1998

If I could live my life again

I wonder which nightmare, I’d do differently this time

Would I take her hand and never let it go

Or would I watch her smiling back at me

Forever from an album photo

 

If I could live my life again

Would I lie awake thinking of someone else’s touch

Or would I listen to your breathing as you sleep

Or would I shiver with the dawn sitting in an empty room

 

Let me carry you my love

Across the oceans of your dreams

I will take you to my secret place

Let me show you to the margins of the world

We could ride over the edge

And from the waterfall we’d slip away together

 

If I could live my life again

Would all the mistakes I made first time around

Repeat themselves the same

Would I sail away with you across the stars

Or would the chariot of night pass through

Our empty early hours

 

Let me carry you my love

Across the oceans of your dreams

We could sail out to that secret place

Let me show you to the margins of the world

We could ride over the edge

And from the waterfall we’d plunge together

 

Cut the ropes my dear

I can feel the sails begin to fill

Let me take the wheel

On this voyage of disaster, won’t you sail with me

Won’t you sail with me

 

And in every cloud

Reflected on the salt water

I can see your face

Screaming for forgiveness

From this life

Let me bless you my child

Won’t you sail with me?

Won’t you sail with me?

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

Ghosts

December 9, 1998

I saw her reflection in a window

When I turned, she was gone

The rooftops and the deadbrick stretch for miles and miles

Someday all of this will come down

 

And the people walking by

Look just like ghosts

 

I passed a row of empty houses

And a line of trees made of bone

She held me for a moment in her watery eyes

But the demon in me never sleeps

 

My dreams are filled with open fields and rivers

And she stands within a veil of autumn mist

These office blocks and shops don’t mean a thing to me

One day all of this will be gone

 

And the people walking by

Look just like ghosts

And the people walking by

They look like ghosts

They look like ghosts

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

Shade me from the Sun

December 9, 1998

I’m standing on this bridge

Looking down

Into the waters

A million insect wings

Are beating

Beating in my head

 

But still these river waters

Run deep

Those crystal cool cool waters

Run deep

 

Keep this cancerous sun

Out of my eyes

Keep it from my skin

The stillness of the air

Disarms me

It strips me bare

 

But still these river waters run deep

Those crystal cool cool waters run deep

 

The days grow long

The days are growing long

The days grow longer still

Shade me from your sun

Shade me from your sun

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.