Orson Welles

I'm higher now than ever. I thought I'd leave prepared Defying how gravity had so long refused my prayer The light above the stage door is a blossom in the dark of Gary's street It sets a rose upon a ruined stem that falls the way I once did at your feet Come the turn of story, come the moving floor If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war I stumbled in and you asked me what the black is on my hands I mumbled then something like, "moving earth and heaven marks a man" But in truth my shoe them on the dirt that lies but this side of my door For I've been holding back the sea. I know it means to sweep me to its floor Come the rising story, come the floating door If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war. I don't play bird, I don't play bird, except for money, well I don't play no bird I don't speak, no I won't speak, and -- save for fire -- I don't hear a word I've come to, to find a vine has breeched my country home It's grown up through the floorboards but it leaves my roof alone It wants to bloom inside these rooms and raise my children like they were its own It wants to thread a line inside my spine as if it thought I just might come undone Come the end of the story, come my want for more If you provide the terms of my surrender, then I'll provide the war