Without You
Mark Eitzel
I owe more than I could ever pay
I know much less than I say
I throw all my chances away
Without you
I sink more than I fly
I drink more than I cry
I blink far away in the sky
Without you
I winter in the bloodshot eyes of the unjust
I summer where the light catches the dust
I lose myself in disbelief and distrust
Without you
My sentence is smoking in a maze of smoked glass mirrors
My sentence is laughing in the faces of my accusers
My sentence is the freedom of no passport and no papers
My sentence is a heart for sale and no takers
My sentence is a cup of vinegar served by friendly strangers
My sentence is the quicksand instead of the hidden dangers
Without you...