Ok Patti

if i could write i would say things like i was goin' crazy, so crazy i knew i could break through with you, so with one hand i rocked you and with one heart i reached for you, i knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane, so i ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces burst from the barn and flames in a violet violent sky and i fell on my knees and pressed you against me, your soul was like a network of spittle, like glass bottles movin' in like cold streams of logic and i prayed as that lightning attacked that something will make it go crack