cedars of lebanon

yesterday i spent asleep

woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap

spent the night trying to make a deadline

squeezing complicated lives into a simple headline

i have your face in an old polaroid

tidying the children's clothes and toys

you're smiling back at me

took the photo from the fridge

can't remember whatever we did

haven't been with a woman

it feels like it's been years

thought of you the whole time

your salty tears

this shitty world sometimes produces a rose

the scent of it lingers but then it just goes

return the call to home. the worst of us are a long

drawn out confession

the rest of us are geniuses of compression. you say you're not gonna leave the truth alone

i'm here 'cause i don't wanna go home. child drinking dirty water from the riverbank

soldier brings oranges he got out from a tank

waiting on the waiter

he's taking a while to come

watching the sun go down in lebanon

return the call to home. i got a head like a lit cigarette. unholy heads reflect in a minaret?

you're so high above me

higher than everyone

where are you in the cedars of lebanon?

choose your enemies carefully 'cause they will define you

make them interesting

'cause in some ways they will mind you

they're not there in the beginning but when your story ends

gonna last with you longer than your friends x-man's back!