I'm just a station; all I have is what I'm sending.
Prices
© Allison Lonsdale 2000
Live at Lestat's, Disc Two, Track 7
When you talk about a world without pain,
Can't you see that that's a world without prices?
How can we know what life is worth if we don't have that measure?
Were you looking for a love without storms;
Were you dreaming of a life without crisis?
I don't think that's an option; God does not make safe treasure
I always take these things apart; that's all that I was made for
There are some functions of the heart --
Like shareware, they don't work 'till they've been paid for
I have never been afraid of the dark
I'm only frightened of a pain without meaning
And I don't think I was designed for happy endings
God intended me to translate the code
In which the heart of the world is dreaming
I'm just a station; all I have is what I'm sending
I always take these things apart; that's all that I was made for
There are some functions of the heart --
Like shareware, they don't work 'till they've been paid for
Well I could live my life to minimize the cost
But that is not my function or desire
I cannot understand these angels made of frost
The only ones I know are born in fire
And storms are only weather
Storms are only weather
I could tell you of a world without end
But it wouldn't be the same understanding
I've gone down roads nobody has the maps to
I could tell you there are diamonds in the mud
Or that God is a little bit demanding
But you'd still say "Why do you hurt when you don't have to?"
I always take these things apart and put them back together
'Cause pain plus distance equals art and storms are only weather
Storms are only weather
When you talk about a world without pain
Don't you know that that's a world without prices?
Take this pearl of great price
Take this pearl of great price home
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