Blue R.E.M. (Ft. Patti Smith)

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe]
Yellow circus left the stakes of broken ropes, useless mud
The ties that bind, ha ha
I can be bad poet
Street poet, shit poet
Kind poet too
Subway, almost 4AM Halloween Night
Had enough to drink to make my own party
All my fellow riders in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, fate, wisdom, luck, karma, or whatevers
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up easy
I will not fold
I don't have much
But what I have is gold

[Verse 2: Patti Smith & Michael Stipe]
I saw your face
I sing in platinum, I dress in brass
Good, lifting snow
I eat a zinc, let it pass
Compare a toast, I like that
I understand courage
Ever-drifting smoke
I still roll with the shout of a cab driver's attitude today
I try to see outside myself
I understand the eyes
Excuse all the highs
Sorry, I am sorry, ha ha
Boy of the moon