Mar 14, 2005 00:22
You are what they call the human season
You are all the alphabet in one
You are every colour of confusion
You are all the silence I've become
Love me for stupid reasons
I like those most
Wide-eyed, but worth believing... God knows.
Damn the angry voice that keeps us quiet
The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth
And sweet confessions underneath my tounge
Drowsy contemplation
Do I let you in?
Well this is my invitation...
But how do I begin?
She has such an awful lot of soldiers
Quite a lovely army all her own
Night and day they stand before the fortress
Very safe... but very all alone.