there's a darkness
a distance that can't be shed
I shake with the image of all the bad things I've said
waiting for the dancing queen
what a dish
swimming among the fish
asking the psycho down the street to wear my crown
just for a day
just for an hour
so that I could walk among the ones with the power
holy songs paint me into a corner
nights of sweating with the crucifix builder
wait for me while I swim with the tide
waiting for the one perfect ride
dusting the purpose for one more day
all I say
riding, gliding my own way
in motion for one more day
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