FOOL MARIA

WHEN YOU HIDE AWAY THE DAYLIGHT
THE THIEF HE COMES TO ROB YOU
WITH ARMS STRETCHED OUT LIKE A COUSIN
YOU'VE SWORN YOU'VE ONLY SEEN ONCE
APPROACHING WITH CAUTION
SO QUICK HE GETS YOUR NAME WRONG
YOUR SINGING BETRAYS YOU
AND STILL YOU WANT TO GO ON
BUT YOUR NO FOOL, MARIA
WITH YOUR HALF MOON CRESCENT EYELIDS
DIPPING LIKE A CURTIN
THAT LETS YOU KNOW IT'S OVER
WE ARE FICTION AS IT'S WRITTEN
THE BLEEDING INK ON PAPER
QUIET AS AN AIRPLANE
BEFORE IT HITS THE MOUNTAIN
WE ARE SONG
WE ARE GONE
IF I SAID THAT I HAD CHOSE THIS
I THEN WOULD BE A LIAR
I'M ONLY LIVING SENTENCES
THAT WERE LONG BEFORE I GOT HERE
AND YOU ARE PROOF IN FLESH
THAT GOD HIMSELF IS BEHIND THIS
YOU DON'T NEED TO UNDERSTAND
BUT TRULY YOU MUST LIVE IT
AND I WANT YOU TO BE FREE
AND I WANT TO BE AT EASE
NAKED AS IN EDEN, BEFORE THERE WAS THE THIEF
IT'S TRUE THAT I HAD VISIONS
IT'S TRUE THAT I HEARD VOICES
MY MIND WAS A TIRED EARTH QUAKE
WHERE MY THOUGHTS WERE BREAKING DISHES
FALLING INTO PIECES
AND RUNNING TOWARDS THE EXIT
KEEPING MY COMPOSURE
AS I SAW THE LANDSCAPE SPLIT IN TWO

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Writer(s): Damien Jurado