a song about not dating musicians
I don’t think you know how you haunt me
I don¹t think you know how you touch me
eyes across a crowded room
this is our battleground
there is a possibility of bloodshed here
guitars across this crowded room
this is our battleground
it’s your song versus mine here
the sirens are our constant counter-point
the sirens are our context
do you hear them screaming?
I don’t think you know how you hound me
I don¹t think you know how you pain me
you looked into my eyes
“Don’t run, just give me everything.”
well, sometimes you ask too much.
Well, I was lost in another’s eyes
and I ran and you took everything
and sometimes too much is not enough.
flesh is flesh and we have drawn the line
we are past now, what’s done is done
but skin is skin and we have spilled so much blood
we are tight, looking upward.
this city is inescapable
Baltimore, it is a battleground
there is a possibility of killing here
this is where we met
and this is where we met our death
and the city streets
are deep under our skin
you are my constant counter-part
you are my context here,
so please stop screaming
please stop screaming
well, bone is bone
and I have worn myself done to it
I travelled 700 miles
I drove my engine down to bits for you
I took my finger tips to bits
so, is this to be our battlefield?
your song against mine
these strings have always been a place of peace
please, I don’t want any blood on them.
©1998 rob hinkal
