Rachael Sage

Rachael Sage - Crack Of Dawn

rate me

I only eat candy and I hate the word nutrition

Sounds like neutral that’s like nothing, that’s like neither here nor there

And my body speaks to glaciers far away as I can envision

And only ice can crack the ice or maybe diamonds if you can spare ‘em

But I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

I’m not lucky never was…

I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

Don’t know why it’s just because

He gave me a rose as red as my lips, redder than the dead sea dying

Red’s the only honest color - after all we’re flesh and love

Still I’m blacker on the inside than I ever would have imagined

And I can’t be idealistic after all that I have seen

And they tell you that your blood is purple ‘till it hits the open air

He was open I was selfish but even selfish artists share (sometimes)

Love is quiet until it’s screaming, suddenly you lose your bearing

And become as hard of listening and you are as soft of soul

But I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

I’m not lucky never was…

I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

Don’t know why it’s just because

You’re an angel and I’m a vampire and you

Wake me up at the crack of dawn and I

Lash out in anger when you

When you tell me that I sleep too long

I’ve had all I ever needed, never needed nothing grand ‘cept

Poison in my ear like Shakespeare

Even kings and queens are grains of sand

And can’t a woman hear a love song without feeling repossessed –

I believed only what I pleased – now why can’t I say I did my best

And I’m pleased to meet this time and place even though it’s

Not what I’ve been waiting for – I do believe that I am graced,

It’s just I’m not ever sure why…

Stubborn is what I do best it fuels my art it fuels departing

Deepening the bond between yourself and selflessness

But I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

I’m not lucky never was…

I’m not lucky I’m not lucky

Don’t know why it’s just because

You’re an angel and I’m a vampire and you

Wake me up at the crack of dawn and I

Lash out in anger when you

When you tell me that I sleep too long

When you tell me that I think too much

When you tell me that we do not touch

When you tell me that I paint too dark

Wonder if I’ll ever catch that spark

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