Cracks Lyrics

Dawn Oberg Cracks

There's a tear in your eye
And a soldier in your throat
What did you have to sell
To get into this boat?
There's a storm in the paint
Raging all the way through
You've dropped anchor here
The maelstrom is you

From Larkspur to the Tenderloin
Journey that spans the realm of the coin
Distant as Marrakesh
Proximity of spirit and flesh
With angles so sharp and unkind
As to sever all you hold as true
You keep close to your heart the cracks killing you

The possessed mandolin
Plays a dark melody
The room that you're in
Gives up nothing for free
Black, orange and red
Colors of your bed
The canvas conveys
How well you hide the dread