From the recording High Tea for Poets
The Virtual Strangers:
Jeff Cannon – All vocals and acoustic guitar
Dave Dick – Banjo
Sean Staples – Mandolin
Roger Williams – Dobro
Susan Anderson – Fiddle
Alex Weiss Hills - Accordion
Keith Skooglund – Acoustic Guitar
Ron Kadish – Upright Bass
You stole my eye,
Studied the gates,
Threatening to break inside.
It was an act of rebellion
Scratching my skin, just rows from
The body in state at the funeral,
Your echolocation left no place to run from
The pain in your eyes and the need,
That’s where I want to be, ‘cause you are beautiful,
A sign of love at the funeral,
I’m lost outside,
Bones on a ledge,
Hiding the rest inside.
It melts you down from the future
Down from the core
Death and its shockwaves and tidal destruction
It’s high tea for second-line poets and takers
Love be a safe house tonight
Love make these dark hearts right,
They could feel beautiful,
And find love at the funeral.
Back in your cell, you’re going under,
Down in the well, for wishing and for
Breaking down what you’ve never found,
While I’m on the ledge outside,
So break inside,
Under the skin,
That’s where you set things right.
And when you crash through the walls I will bow and surrender,
Fill up my lungs with the smoke from your fire,
Listen for teardrops, search all your heavens
I will do all of these things,
That’s how I want to be, ‘cause they are beautiful.
They are beautiful,
Signs of love at the funeral,
Yeah, they’re beautiful,
And I want to be beautiful too.