I want to leave this forsaken placenWhere the wind doesn't reach the lines in my facenAnd the air cannot breathe any dust out of menEars burn when you speak and good hearts bleednIn neednIn need of being freednnHow long has it been since you touched and made me?nHow near it was then when we were still them?nThat blue moon about broke her neck jealouslynJust to watch the two new kids swimnCarefullynWe must clean the dust from these things carefullynnAnd the ground where we lay it was softer in those daysnAnd the words on our tongues were not bitter but youngnSo I ate from between your fingers and prayednYou would not soon forget me when I was gonenDon't leave menI'll bury my memories if you leavennNow the hour it turns and begins to foldnWhile the thieves they scatter and hide their goldnThey shake their sand to cover their tracksnAnd burn all of their old and yellowed mapsnHistorynEverything that was mine is lost behind in historynnIn the darkness I've stumbled and fallen down troublednAnd when I put my two palms together I didn't feel any betternI wish I was good at knocking on woodnBut I know I will never be saved or healednHow does it feelnTo be a shell in a crowd without a cloud?nnBut were there a bridge I could cross to all the distance I've lostnI wouldn't need these canned words or this caged melodynI would simply return to where a good heart burnsnAnd the wind bends the trees scattering leavesnIn neednIn need of being freed