Walking on Pain
Kirill Kronrod
April 27th, 2005; mod. 7/23/05 

How can one begin a prayer for terrible sins
Drawn on canvas of these played-out scenes
When an empty grin of a charming smile
Jealousy builds up on that pretty mind	

	How can I survive under the gospel rain	
	On the cross-boned blues of deep covered shame
	How can someone live when it's all the same
	When I end up high by just walking on pain

Ended up in a desert, lone star paved me the way
Money kept on talking, small towns covering pain
Where few dozen souls end up hanging tight
On the scarecrow dreams of the power lines

	How can I survive under the gospel rain
	On the cross-boned blues of deep covered shame
	How can someone live when it's all the same
	When I end up high by just walking on pain

		And when I thought about cross-wired freedom 	
		Held me tight on wide-opened planes	
		It was right there - borderline that I needed
		To keep making these important mistakes	

Solo

These young faces growing up to see mysterious miles
And the circling vultures of same locked-out lines
Teaching power by snapping fingers at their heels
Burning taro in clouds just to see how it feels

	How can I survive under the gospel rain
	On the cross-boned blues of deep covered shame
	How can someone live when it's all the same
	When I end up high by just walking on pain

		And when I thought about cross-wired freedom 
		Held me tight on wide-opened planes
		It was right there - borderline that I needed
		To keep making these important mistakes

		And when I thought about cross-wired freedom 
		Held me tight on wide-opened planes
		It was right there - borderline that I needed
		To keep making these important mistakes
		
		
© Kirill Kronrod, 2005