The boy walked round the jagged rocks. caught between ideals and desires. He sinks into oblivion. And there was silence, as he sat so still. Averted face stares at the floor.
Records playback over faded. trust unworthy silent pieces of reminiscence. I was far from when you told me - stop. this second this is not mine to do again.
They say my vice should be vanity. But I'll stay calm in industry. I'll motivate you till you think I'm right. I'll leave exactly where we started tonight.
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes. Plumes of amber in the night sky. Each explosion bounces. >From horizon to horizon. >From horizon... to horizon.
Now its time, now its time. Unfolding right in front of us tonight. Your denial, your denial. Kept folding all around my thoughts. . But tonight. Suddenly its clear that is your life or mine.
Laying you down one last time. On machines that will never give. A touch that woke you gently. I'll never know if you saw me. . Did your eyes ever meet mine.
The day flees the town with a drunkard's yell. Silence from the slaughterhouse. And the midnight bell. Shudders down Shambles alley. Slamming shutters.
Endless lines bound and divide this night.. Chasing stars, faking it like youre right There. Ill make believe its right. Ill make it real so lights out..
Do you remember when we were just kids. And cardboard boxes took us miles from what we would miss?. School yard conversations taken to heart. And laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not.
Material folds. >From rough, modest clothes. Slabs of cold sacred stone. The peasant girl kneels. In strips of feeble water light. Slim fingers clasped.
You make my teeth clinch and my hands shake. Do you ever see what you do to me?. Wearing me out, just wearing me out. But I'm wearing you down. . You're impossible to love me.
Winter words blow the trees. Creatures trapped have to fall. Hear their howls claw the sky. Whispers follow Shantell. Shantell sleeps, tables creak. Mirrors start to speak.
On the blue-green rising, falling tide. Breathing in the pebbles. Sighing out the salt breeze. Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields. Leaving the dried earth land it threads the gate.
Is this where the Interstate ends. In coastal towns like this?. Waiting for my world to cave under. We seem to invent ourselves. In places left unknown.
Lie in the pale summer heat. Find a clock as it ticks. Oh, to never sleep. But the clock ticks so loud. Like the cracking of whips. Till the sun slowly heaves.
I could be the money. Scattered in the ash. You could be the jewellery. In the silver box. In this heaven of mine. I won't come back. I won't come back.
A hollow hallelujah hangs in the corner. With the rest of our dissolving years. You're the storm and the calm,. The dove and the bomb. The ghost that relieves all my fears.
I feel lost. Conflicting thoughts course through. Clarity, she's gone. Don't know a thing I thought I knew. . Everyone wants to see Heaven. But no one wants to say goodbye.
I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let it die. No anguish just the happiness shows, on the brow. Look from these hidden angles. an unknown language prowls.