If I hear another song about angels-

I will make the pilgrimage to Jerusalem

and I will drink myself to death

Am I wasting myself here

while i can be wasting away elsewhere?
You
You think I make no sense

you think these words are here for the sake

of having words down.

I will go to Aden.
Go to Aden and find the garden
find the garden and go to sleep.
In my sleep I know I'll find my way.

For all my talk of travel

for all my high speechs

all I want is what everyone wants

All I want is a place to breathe

and a place to be free.

I remember taking your hand,

so long ago,

and you taking me on flights.
And I would call you Peter,

and you would call me Sweetheart.
And I would call you Darling,

and you would let me fall.
But oh I remember the stars.
Oh, I remember how the clouds in the air

made me skin tingle

and my very toes want to sing.

Jerusalem cannot hold me down

Garden of Eden will not let you rest.

And I will not let you, Peter

I will not let you

drop me again.
I will not remain in a tower

or a room

or any place I'm put.
It's not survival

It's splashing water on my face
so I don't rip it off.

I will go to Jerusalem and Aden.

I will go and find the bottom

of every bottle,

go and sleep easy in the garden.