stars in skies are screaming about the people that I know
I squeeze my body through the peephole, leave my life outside the door
I cower in the corner of the closest closet closed
I shiver into threads that spinning conversations wove…


and the best I can do is pretend


I don’t believe in fairy tales, unless of course, they’re true
and I don’t believe in us, unless that includes me and you
I’m feeling those mean reds, like Holly said back then
and you know I ain’t got much more, than the will to hold it in


and the best I can do is pretend


My heart cannot beat in these rhythms you made
I won’t take your pills and I won’t take the blame
You can ask every question, state every demand
But this is who I am, and this is where I stand…


holyland


so leave my doorstep sunshine, I don’t need to see you today
The blinds just won’t shut tight enough to keep your face away
There are dark places for us where our feelings can’t be found
and my need for your sympathy caught the last train out of town…