R.E.M. - Blue

Yellow circus left the stakes a broken rope's useless mug The ties that bind, ha ha I can be bad poet Street poet Shit poet Kind poet too Subway Almost 4AM Halloween night Had enough to drink to make my own party All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep Half silly, gone to seed I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders Convenient I am made by my times I am a creation of now Shaken with the cracks and crevices I'm not giving up easy I will not fold I don't have much But what I have is gold I saw your face... I sing in platinum I dress in brass I eat in zinc Let it pass Compare a toast I like that I understand courage I still roll with the shout of a character I was married to today I try to see outside myself I understand the eyes Excuse all the highs Sorry I am sorry Ha ha I like you, love you, every coast of you. I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones. Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and distant. I read you: Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon. Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Naked and blue. Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now. I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud. I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible. This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive. Living. Blessed. I understand. Twentieth century: Collapse into now Cinderella boy You've lost your shoe Cinderella boy Your coach awaits A sun makes shadows All over your face As you sit Naked and blue Into me