(no subject)
the late 20th century.-
dramatic inquiry
is just a thought
i'd never like to bleed.
in secret cells i lied to seem
so obvious and simply seen
with a candle burning from both ends on the corner of your desk.
those secret sacraments
sacrificial for the moment
stuck freefalling for the thousandth time.
and for that i'd sing
forever and blinding
in the light of what we might see.
and yeah, i'd pray for a patron saint
and maybe then we'd still colour and shade
in that permanent midnight that never dreams.
oh, how obvious and simply seen
do i really have to be?
dramatic inquiry
is just a thought
i'd never like to bleed.
in secret cells i lied to seem
so obvious and simply seen
with a candle burning from both ends on the corner of your desk.
those secret sacraments
sacrificial for the moment
stuck freefalling for the thousandth time.
and for that i'd sing
forever and blinding
in the light of what we might see.
and yeah, i'd pray for a patron saint
and maybe then we'd still colour and shade
in that permanent midnight that never dreams.
oh, how obvious and simply seen
do i really have to be?