The Bleachers: Pepper


there is nothing here behind these hours

the rain comes down on us like flowers

these sheets are lightning streaks on cowards

your eyes are never at peace they glower

turn sour, turn sour. they glower, they glower

this kind of deep tissue hurt doesn't heal

a mind that's all eightballs at the wheel

a heart impenetrable as steel

there was something in our room that kneeled

that squealed,that squealed. that kneeled, that kneeled.

oh pepper my saviour it looks like i'll never have another oh pepper my savior

oh take me take my hands my feet and my mouth

take me out where bitter skies lie down

oh take me take my heart my eyes and my mouth

take me out where bitter skies lie down

i feel unreal. i feel unreal.