I keep wooden boxes like traps strung with wire In the light of old tires, piled on the fire Wearing their smoke like a flower in bloom Cut like the thread in a pipe fitter's room I dig in the dirt and yank at the root Of the shadow's dark vein in a story gone mute Till it sings with the blue of a hangman in time And I give away what never was mine I've set a snare for the prey on my tongue The mean feral song still yet to be sung The one with your name called out in the street That with or without me will always will repeat Like a coin in the mirrored jukebox machine Can set a world spinning like cheap gasoline Sending up sparks in the air, how they shine And I give away what never was mine I give away what never was mine The god of all truth, of darkness and sleep Plays like the arc of a lamp and for keeps Dancing with fury, heat in both hands And welds me to you in the place where I stand In love with your doubt, deaf to my own Awake to the hole in the heart of my bone As I shake and sing, beating out time And I give away what never was mine I give away what never was mine