Letras: Bill Callahan. Nothing Rises To Meet Me.

I had a thought just then
Nearly did me in
But I called and said 'no'
Just to make it go
This is the crude discipline
That keeps me running
A honeycomb spun
Could I spin it any thinner?

Should I hold all my money
Or spend it all in one night
On the biggest woman
That I can find

Well it doesn't seem to matter much
And worse still this tremendous touch
To conquer what I will
Return without a chill
And feeling open still
And wanting to be filled

Seek and ye shall find
You need more seeking time
And when I overcome
Nothing rises to meet me

Destroy everything
Examine the remains
Destroy everything
Then rebuild it again

This is the crude discipline
That keeps me running...