Breaking Windows - halos

Again, I’m on a stoop with vices in hand

And that sweet therapy in my ears

It got me through the years

Of bike rides in the rain

And driving through states I hated…

I hated you

Jah, give me new feet

They’re raw and I’m hurting

This is where I go to clear my head

You could deign to refrain

I kick my heels and I will the windshield to break

And let those crystals mar your face

Then I watch that blood as it traces lines above

A hardened heart that strains to show a father’s love

These wrongs can’t be righted, yet

But I’ll try to do my best to forget

I miss that house, I miss the feeling

It was the goodbye, it was the greeting:

«Welcome to the place where we’ll dress you down

With brass tacks, new legs, and a sturdy crown

You are the prince of your new kingdom»

Thy will be done

Or I will be done

This is where I go when I can’t see the veil and lace

This is where I go when I can’t bear to see your face