Tomorrow Is Perfect

You probably won’t remember the way the sky burned
It was a cold December when the millennium turned
Another deathly shiver from your restless phone
You shot your mouth through with silver
You bled your gums to the bone
And there’s a house on the water made of teeth and sand
An unfriendly doctor, an unhealing hand
An unequal spirit, a lucky gamble
Move through the swollen city on a downer
Look at the boats on the river
Up in your tower
And trace the pictures the circuits describe
The steady hand of the stadium lights
Look through the leaves of the willow, across the ice and stone
I know your window, you’ve got the red lightbulb
The way the fangs of the hound look inside the mouth of the storm
The sinner speaks the loudest as usual
The inner beast conforms
You had a history of heartbreak
The brutal bridge of betrayal
Life moves so fast these days you never get to just be alone