floodgate '93

those blankets they carried my fears

and spread out like nightmares

another thousand years and all but blinded

by the light of your lie

these houses they carry the flood

and bring back everything but blood

your picture is leaking light

i guess now is the time to say goodbye

narrow little stairs and stars to wide

to span with one hand

narrow little stairs and stars that start to hide

under the kitchen chairs

those pea thick soup light streets

of new orleans are lying to us all

saying they'll catch us if we fall

but they're falling off- a long way off

and you can't catch them anymore

slipping through some nicotined yellow fingers

sparking when they hit the running board

gunning the last gate out past the flood plains