Yer Spring

Long we were searching These serpentine streets for the signs of a spark Fucking around in the dark Then long we were held In the thrum and the desperate heat of the clubs Drinking deep from that cup We'd drink it up We'd drink it up We'd drink it up Each step was something The beat in the blood and the heat in our hands Of twelve regular men So when we come down Cathedral Street Hollow and beaten to the room that I rent I'm going back up again I'm going up I'm going up I'm going up I'm going up I'm going up But while everything is blooming You know the wilting always waits To steal away your body To steal away your brains Oh man, I hate this part When the car sails off the bridge Am I the knuckles white inside? Am I the water rushing in? Am I rising up? Am I rising up? Am I rising up? Am I rising up? Singing "Silent night, holy night Take my eyes Take my mind And lay me down!" Oh! Sweet winter kiss On these heavy lids! Sweet winter gift On dreamless sleep Lay me down And draw me out! Doctor, unbandage my eyes I feel the light and I'm ready to be out in it Doctor, uncover my ears I hear the chorus weeping, I see the people singing Doctor, unbandage my eyes I feel the light and I'm ready to be rising! Doctor, uncover my ears! I hear the chorus weeping! To see the people singing Let the loser up Let the loser up Let's get him up Let's get him up Let's get him up Let's get him up Let's get him up Let's get him up