Sage Francis - Once Upon A Blood Moon lyrics

He offered her the world, but came up short
The nastiest of storms made him settle
On a city with a port
He watched ships sail by in
The middle of July
He wrote notes on paper boats
Sat and waited for replies
Hope floats, even when it's on fire
Especially when it's on fire
But the smoke makes him tired
Took a blade to the chest like
He was opening a body bag
"Sir, he's still alive in
There!" Well Christ then, remove the tag
What's it say? It says
"Fold along the lines
And set me free, not on fire
Cause often times
When I set myself free, this empty
Bag of a body tends to get burned in effigy"
I've lost the energy to fight off the flames


Or blow it off like it's all just a game
All the same wish he wouldn't write himself
Out of the picture
It's a beautiful ocean that you got
When there's someone there to
Share it with ya'
This is why she can't have nice things
He was too caught up in work to sign
For the nice deliveries that life brings
Now he can't tell if he's dead or not
He said, "I bet I am, and
I can prove it" She said
"You better not"
This is why she can't have nice things
Because talk is cheap and
It was poor communication

All he wanted to say, on the dock that day
Was "I love you, and
I'm sorry" but instead, he just waved
Good bye, and he cried, love
So much he watched the waters rise up
It must have been a changing of the tides
But I've come to assume
It was the changing of a mind
Once upon a blood moon

They skimmed rocks for the whole day
He imagined he was throwin' rotten parts
Of himself that broke away
So he couldn't stop
Fascinated by the way they skip up top
Give up and then drop (he sank with 'em)
They convened on the rock bottom
And made a decision
They could never raise children
Not like this
Not like people who make babies on purpose
That's when he came to the surface
Fully intending
To be so strong in his resolve
'til all of it dissolved
Slippin' through his pruny fingers like
"this could've been ours"
But this is to the offers that
Can't be followed through with
The water works, the leaky faucets
The lost fluids
To the current of the stream that'll
Always push you from me
To the reoccurring dream that
Makes reality less ugly
In a picturesque setting
Where the world looks airbrushed
Needless to say, words failed us

On the dock that day, all I wanted to say
Was "I love you, and
I'm sorry" but instead, i just waved
Good bye, and I cried, love
So much I watched the waters rise up
It must have been a changing of the tides
That was breaking up our lives
It was a water-aged wrinkle in time

And, yeah sure, minds are
Made for the changing
But mine's been deterioratin'
Like the bluffs on the shoreline where
I've been waiting to exhale
Since the summer when we watched every last
One of our friends set sail
And I was the only living
Boy left in Providence
Collecting death certificates and the
Rest of my documents
Just for origami purposes
I gave 'em to the ocean
Like, "Hey, look at me
I'm great at folding
Guess I'll just do this the rest of my life
It's got to do with lots of lovin'
And it ain't nothin' nice"

This is why she can't have nice things
He was too caught up in work to sign
For the nice deliveries that life brings
This is why she can't have nice things
Because talk is cheap and
It was poor communication
This is why she can't have nice things
He set fire to the paper
Boat sonatas he's been writing
And this is why I assume
The moon was bleeding
And why there wasn't any blood left
In the rock he was squeezing