I found myself in a heartshaped box. Ooo, ooo, I swear to God I must be lost. I've been covered in ash for all this time. Burnt and used but your sweet eyes met mine.
First.... . Do you think you've found the future. do you see your inner lie,. are you there because you're all alone?.. . Drinking with illusion, just like time can blur your mind.
Back before. Back in our school days. You were wild-eyed. Before the damage was done. You tasted that fear in your mouth on Sundays. But you know. You know it's not living.
Send back the uniforms. Send back the generous Reich. . Send us back to our lives. On the waving blue wild. And remove every mark. Down to the waterline.
The way is to climb. The way is to lie still. And let the moon do. Its work on your body. . And then to rise. Forests and oceans of lives. And through the way.
The hunter's star. Burns brighter than all. Of the suns of the firmament. As through the sky he raged. With his hook and blade. And the world unmade. .
What can I tell you?. . I wasn't anyone's son. . I jumped over mountains. I vaulted the islands. I roared through the houses. I skimmed on the oceans, alone.
How could I have seen them. Their faces and distant lives. Shells in the ocean. . Just a mark. Laid on the map lines. To drown in the ocean's rise. Or burn in a heat wave.
Tears in the eyes of fate,. Whisper softly silent sounds. Tears in the eyes of fate,. see a world turned upside down. . Time drifting slowly, through the eyes of the oracle.
When the rooks were laid in the piles. By the sides of the road. Crashing into the aerials. Tangled in the laundry lines. . And gathered in a field. They were burned in a feathering pyre.
Sliver of sundown, glimmer of daylight. Running in place with trembling knees. Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise. Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams.
Walking in circles, wondering what might,. turn into, come back to, who knows what's right?.. . Take every moment, you'll see it's true. some laughing, some crying, what else can I do?..
I can't help it. If all the world is ending. If all the life is gone. Still, you're calling out this name. Where are the Americans?. . Our dimmed conscience.
You were lying on your back in the grass. Counting backward from a thousand. To cool the rush of blood in your veins. And the pressure of everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
Summer's blood. Breaks a winter's composure. And I'm in love with your daughters. I'm in love with your sons. And a flush of rain. Floods the banks of all reason.
Your mother's milk. Your father's anger. The razor wire surrounding him. And far below. Their droning engines. You lay in bed. Blowing out stars. . The masters of.
From the wreck of the ark. To the fading day of our star. The light races, the light drags. The moon rises, the moon sags. Over the rolling waves. And your hand's on the balcony.
Effortless gulls in the wake. Silver and white on the bow. As the island is broken away. From the world. . Bandages pulled from the eyes. The violent surging of life.
In the burning daze. Of unnatural light. I took a long drive. Into the evening. . On the barracks road. Past the generals' eyes. Down to the seawall. Where the waves stand by.
My blistered feet turn bloody. So I take to the air. And I am everywhere, I am starlight. Oh, I am moonlight. . Over burning fields and bodies. I stay close to the ground.