Lyrics

Rapture Album Cover

Rapture

  • Rapture
  • On the Way Up
  • Question Mark
  • Smell the Future
  • The Voice
  • So Much More
  • If Love is Not Enough
  • The Whole of the Moon
  • Half the Time
  • Black Rabbit
  • Black Snow
  • Dog Talk
  • The Dreams
  • The Whole of the Moon (live subway version)

Rapture

I saw a woman in a circle
Her face was a rapture
She was pulling a lever, she was raising a hammer
She's gonna ring that bell

I turned to tell my brother
About this woman and her rapture
But the train shot into the darkness before ever That hammer fell - and it's

Better to breathe out - better to run than to hide
You'd better find out who's gonna be on your side

How many times do I have to tell you:
Don't lead with what is on your inside
Or people gonna find out you're different
People gonna drag out all you have to hide and it's

Better to breathe out - better to leap before you look
Keep your mind focused, and maybe you'll write that book

You could be folding your laundry
Twelve hundred miles from the place you were born
You could look up into the sweet and forgiving autumn sunlight
And you realize all at once - you have carried your scars this far
Because you love them; the world touches you that way and it
Hurts so much that you just smile and you lay down, you lay down
Without a fight
I guess we're all gonna work on maggie's farm for a little while longer
Not tell anyone what he have inside to give
And you keep your eyes on the stars up above
And don't you just lay down and live it is

Better to breathe out - better to run than to hide
You'd better believe I am on your side

On the Way Up

On the way up - I felt clean
Driving along in a waking dream
The rollingest hills I'd ever seen
Felt like the best me I'd ever be

On the way up I just knew
The night before I'd been good and true
And honest and brave and over you
It was the easiest thing to do

But I'm going down
I'm going down to where my demons are
I'm going down
I'm going down
Wave if you see me from afarI'm going down
On your way up

On your way up, understandI'm going down
I wish I'd put so much more in your hand
The better pat of this heart's bitter land
I swear there is more here than sand

On your way up, think of me
I'll think of you I guess that we'll think of we
And you will always mean what you mean to me
I hope one day we'll look back and see

but I'm going down
I'm going down to where my angels live
I'm going down
Please, remember; please, forgive

Question mark

Well a question mark is,
It's a little wavy line above a dot or two upon your page, or
A question marks you and you
Wonder as it sinks into your memory
Which you don't have, no, it has you

All for your love; only for you
All for your love; only for you

Well I almost died then,
And I'm sure I would have, if I hadn't had you with me
All the time
But I'm old enough now, I can suckle on my own and I can,
I can find the ones to see me through

All for your love; only for you
All for your love; only for you

You don't know what you do to me and you don't know
What to do about it
I am all I can be now, I guess I'll have to stay this way

Say, I pray you'll say that you will love 'til the end and I will see
Say I pray you will love me 'til the end I know, I know

Well a question mark is, it's a little wavy line above a dot or two
Upon your forehead
A question marks you and you wonder as in sinks into your memory
Which you don't have, no, it has you

Smell the Future

Standing with my sneakers soaking up a lake of gasoline
Standing with my bob dylan comic books
And a bag of boston baked beans
Standing hear I realize just now what you mean - hey douglas
I smell the future
I smell the future
I smell the future and itsmells like gasoline

Lying face down in the street they beat the shit out of him
His face was such a sight
Lying to us blatantly they handed down not guilty
I say that's not right
Lying on my mother's couch screaming at the television
Watching LA burn into the night
That night we smelled the future
We smell the future
Do you smell the future - well it smells like gasoline

Driving in my dreams I'm on I-90 driving east
Driving the first nail into this corner of my life
But these goodbyes are a beast
Driving forces are tugging me and to say the least
I smell the future
I smell the future
Do you smell the future
Well I smell the future and it smells like gasoline

The Voice

I want a voice
I want a deep, resonant, effortless voice
A big voice - bigger than me

I want to speak and hear the floorboards take it up
so that people hear me first with their bodies,
and only then with their ears

a voice, strong like an axe to cut through the silence
strange like distant flutes, to still the senses
a voice to quicken the heart like drums in the night

I want to breathe a whisper that shivers like a star
over some strange bethlehem on some cold stone
circling some distant sun

I want a voice like the voice of many
the voice of a people
the voice of a nation
and with this voice I would cry freedom
and then I would speak peace

So Much More

This is the song that we are always just this side of singing and this is the love that I am always just this side of bringing to you
this is your heart and this is my mind and somehow they are tied
once in a while we find ourselves on the same side

I know you want more than you know I want more than you want to know
but we are so alone in wanting so much more than we know

this is the promise we are so afraid of breaking
these are your hands that held me long ago, oh when I was shaking
this is the place we have built; our love is living in it
you once said to me let's go inside, outside of the wind

I know you want more than you know I want more than you want to know
but we are so alone in wanting so much more than we know

If Love is Not Enough

How many should haves, how many should have nots
How many I wish we hads lie between us?
For two basically well intentioned people it seems to me Our failures just demean us
Is it lack of self regard?
It should not be this hard
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know

If love is not enough then what's enough? I am listening
If love is not enough what keeps the moon bright,
What keeps the ocean glistening?
You think it's you, I think it's me
If love is not enough than what else can it be?

When I get up to see the powers that be
I know there's one question I'll bring
How can two people look at the same love
And see two completely different things?
It hurts to say the heavy stuff, so we say it lightly
And I'm amazed at how often I catch us both smiling, if only slightly
But it's maddening, it's saddening, and I want to know

If love is not enough then what's enough? I am waiting
Is there something I should know about the thin ice on which the survivors are skating?
You think it's me, I think it's you
If love is not enough then what else can we do?

So we go on, put on the brave face, but it makes me want to scream
I quit, I give up, I will claw my way out of this bad, bad dream
I love you still, I love you still, I love you still

If love is not enough then what's enough? can you hear me?
I'm sick of the burns I've got on my body from all the perfectly good loves exploding near me
What else can I say? what else can I say?
If love is not enough then we will go on loving anyway

Half the Time

Half the time you do not listen, half the time you have your
Head in the sand, your heart in your hand and you
Have the time to ask the questions, then you walk out on the answers
But I swear to you that one day you will understand
You will understand

If you have the time to hold the hand of the one who comes from the land
Where your heart is true to her and you
Will begin to see the sunrise, and the light that is in her eyes
And I swear to you that one day, you will understand
You will understand

Half the time I say I love you all I mean is that I want to be the man
That you hold in the hand of your heart
If you carry me forever, if we part we'll be together
And I swear to you that one day I will understand
You will understand

Black Snow

There's a right turn somewhere that can take you to the wrong place
Someone you don't know can start stepping on your face
There's a left turn somewhere that can take you from the smoke
But someone stole the street sign and the traffic light is broken
There's an upturn in the money, still everyone's downsizing
'Til we'd sell our shoes for a job, and similar compromising
There's a wrong turn somewhere someone made a long time ago
So we sit here in this grey place and watch it fill up with black snow

There's a fool on your screen and he's smiling as he tells you
How your life will be much better if you buy the things he sells you
There's a voice in your head, that says this is not so but
There's a sinking feeling as you watch your credit card bills grow
There's a missing piece of information somewhere
How can someone as smart as you are
Get caught up in such a simple snare
There's a vein in your temple, there's a fear of letting go
There's a window, there's your tv, there's a waiting bank of black snow

There's a can of spray paint; get it in your hand
There's a rock there's a gun, there's a street, should you take a stand
There's a little girl who's lost, there's an old man with no money
There's a reason why you cannot see why any of this is funny
There's a dozen books in your room, there's a world outside your door
There's a billion hungry people;
There's your roof, and there's your floor
There's a place in your soul where the winter cannot go
If you're lucky you can get there
And get away from the black snow

The Dreams

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
It really is that simple, it really is that fragile

I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
trains and the tunnels
There's a dream sitting next to me
There's a dream across from me
Fragile

We all know that one day
The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
I don't know what will happen to the other dreams

But I know what will happen to me
Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter

I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
And if I'm lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
and shatter in shards of silence
Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
See something

This will, this will happen
But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.

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