Next To Saint Sebastian
You look down and never look to the sky again The gutter holds more interest Than the stars ever will You can step on the cracks And let yourself fall Into the canyons, grandiose and pleasing to the eye Falling is like flying Only you know its going to hurt when you land So you have to land on someone who has wings You become the angel's parasite They are forced to be your guardian angel But as soon as you get close enough to the ground You let go And you run Because conversation with an angel Is like conversation with a beautiful person Very, very boring So you run, and you hide In, perhaps, a doorway Lighting a cigarette as you catch your breath And you look as the Angel circles the sky looking for you And you inhale the cigarette smoke As you flick the collar of your shirt up And you look at the door that you are leaning against Someone has carved 'Waken your weapon, Waken your steps' in the wood You think about th...