WORDS

AND

THE BLUE 

I step on the airport rug. Dirty red like booze in blood. 

Run my fingers through my hair. Grey where there’s 

still something there. 

Years ago - a setting sun. I run like I just heard a gun. 

I lost my geography when you said those things to me. 

 

I believe in God above, with knuckles white as paper 

planes. 

I’m hanging on by fingernails to love I’ll never feel 

again for anyone but you... 

Heading into the blue. 

 

Another hundred million stars. A few more years 

beneath the scars. 

Time passes, burns to white, then explodes into the 

night. 

I realize there’s no retreating from all these things that 

I keep repeating. 

That’s fine -- it’s meant to be. I’m made of glass as 

you can see. 

 

You’re swimming inside the skin where you kissed me. 

I’m following you through futures and histories. 

 

Silver dollars thrown to chance. I took your face into 

my hands. 

Listening to the engine shake. I don’t want to die 

before I wake. 

I recall a distant night when all these pieces fit just 

right. 

We were so much younger then and only whispered 

true possession. 

True possession. 

 

I believe in God above, with knuckles white as paper 

planes. 

I’m hanging on by fingernails to love I’ll never feel 

again for anyone but you... 

Heading into the blue.

 

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Keys, Vocals

Foust - Drums 

Kent Besocke - Bass

 

Here Comes The Blood Man:

Jim Walker - Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals