Katy Song - Mark Kozelek

Some escape some door to open

This path seems the blackest but i Guess it’s the soonest

But there in the clearing i Know you’ll be wearing

Your young aching smile and

Waving your hand

Can’t go with my heart when i Can’t feel what’s in it i Thought you’d come over

But for some reason you didn’t

Glass on the pavement under my shoe

Without you is all my life amounts to A final sleep no Words from my cutting

Mouth to your ear or Taut wicked pinches

From my fingers to your bitter face

That i can’t heal

I know tomorrow

You will be Somewhere in london

Living with someone

You’ve got some kind of family

There to turn to And that’s more than i could ever give you

A chance for calm

A hope for freedom

Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom

By the forest of our spring stay

Where you walked away

And left a bleeding part of me Empty and bothered

Watching the water

Quiet in the corner

Numb and falling through

Without you what does my life amount to?