When Cushions Were Softer Lyrics

go for the b****, just go.
You go for the b****,
make sure he's wounded.
Half the world will know...
Half of the world will seem astounded.
A spitting resistance
within kissing distance,
with a dream behind laughter
of when cushions were softer
you sit by the door
as ashtrays get filled
with millions of axes,
but no one to kill.
You babble non-stop
about your vision of hell:
That all pain produced
reproduces itself and then

go for the b****, just go.
You go for the b****,
make sure he's wounded.
Half the world will know...
Half of the world will seem astounded.
Go for the b****, just go,
make sure that he's hurt.
And still by a fire escape you'd turn,
lose ambition and choose to burn.
As through ashes design your curse:
You're a love song in slow reverse.

If your heart bursts in Ferris wheels
and your nerves strain in sunlit fields...
We all have to learn how to heal:
You - the opposite of a shield -
go for the b****, just go.
You go for the b****,
make sure he's wounded.
Half of the world will know...
Half of the world will seem astounded.
Go for the b****, just go,
go for the b****
until you hear that scream.
Then go for your heart, just go
and turn to your dream

of when cushions were softer.
Back in the days when cushions were softer.
A long, long time ago.