Soul Taxi from Volume = Talent by Fetish Chicken

I see a face
With a finger I see an eye
With the nerve, beneath a garden where tends no gardener
I know a love that I can't deserve
I see a flicker
With a last breath I know
A fault line and a crease on my own forehead
Resting in my own bed
I know a meaning that's not me
'Cause you're not making love, and I'm not making sense
If I was dragged into this on some sort of false pretense
If my mind is no clergyman, than how should my body repent?

I'm hailing a soul taxi
Get me out of here
My spirit's drowning in spirits
My bosom, burning on beer
I need an inexpiable exit
Or for a figurative flight
I need a soul taxi, my heart
Get me outta here

I know an alley with no alibi
Making my heart’s streets unsafe
And with no constable
Who bears no firearm
I know a reverence that hasn't been chaste
And there you lurk, deep in the shadows
With a needle hanging from your arm
Who is gonna have to put you to the knife
Oh, silence, sweat, sound no alarm
'Cause you're not making blood, and i'm not making love
Get me into the Bronco, and get me outta these gloves
If you would just lose some weight, well, I could never lift enough

I need a soul taxi
Get me out of here
No complacency commands
And no nearness endears
I need a questionless driver on a metaphysical way
I need a soul taxi
Get me outta here

• Prog
• rock
• stoner rock
• Wilton