I Will Not Sleep Here Songtext
von Merchandise

Two pieces cut from the same cloth
Two pages ripped out of the same book
We burn in distant fires
Of real concern
Rouge and stone in a wayward flame
All for that unbreakable lady
Whom I approach with bated caution
Red pride, black guilt, and blue love on white sand
Blood is thicker than water
But both can go down the same drain
Blood is thicker than water
But we go down the same drain
I′m sick of thinking about nightmares


In all their mysteries asleep
Except this vision of a bearded man
With a bleeding eye, a sun-scorched brow
And a flannel frame about both of his arms
He's come to advise knowledge
Is he a poet, a lover, or a priest?
Who can know?
Antonius and the bearded man sit on their hands
While I lay numb on a big bed
Blood is thicker than water
But both can go down the same drain
Blood is thicker than water
But we go down the same drain