sickly surrender to cola remember machines
  shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams
  go to the room with the chair and wait for your life
  scared that the voices i hear may never be mine
    seven december a paper back letter recalls
  you knew such happiness crashing her loveliness one wedded fall
  cutting through gray where you're holding the pages amazed
  cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades
    pale new dawn put something on
  you're thinking faster than i run
  now the more i get connected
  the less i know who i am
  and it feels like i'm the only one
    the month has gone rabbits the winter is taking my life
  am i a passenger passing through scenes in someone else's life
  cold will outlast me apartments are castles in space
  warm with the void holding court in a four poster grave
    pale new dawn put something on
  i hate the shape of things to come
  now the more we get connected
  the less i know who you are
  i dont' think you thought that far
    they gave you a food stamp
  for the air sucking wound in your chest
  all the best. all the best.
    strange pale fighter you only grow lighter in time
  willfully silent declaring yourself with your cold scribbled rhyme
  making her find you beneath all the skin of your mind
  she's digging towards nothing a hollowed out center in time
    pale new dawn put someone on
  i hate the shape of all you want
  now the more you get connected
  the less i get who you are
  but i don't want to think that hard
    it's a lonely way to live
  when you take what you give (and you don't give in)
  in a nation of promises
  your anonymous promises
    [ Thanks Janie for correction ]