You wait outside, it's only for tonight.
I'll sing a lullaby, goodnight, goodnight. Good.
Night will be the picture plane, I will be the morning rain,
safe behind the window pane.
Just for tonight.
It won't be long 'til morning comes along.
I'll sing your favorite song, tonight, tonight. Too.
Night will be the picture plane, I will be the morning rain,
safe behind the window pane.
Just for tonight.
When the winter moans through your frozen bones,
will you wait for me?
Patiently?
Oh...
I'm the opener
I'll peel back your lid
I can see inside
I'm the opener
My wings are broken
My heart is severed
My feet are sprouting roots deep into the ground
Forever stationary
Though branches grow from each pink finger
And beetles roam through empty vessels
I am beauty
I am solace
Bound by love but not by soil
Forever Stationary
Gather, planets and earthworms
winter approaches grimaced and grey-eyed
Chambered in dampness like festering fossils lie the unanswered
For I am an old and weary god
Like a sound growing faint slowly fades to a whisper
Though cursed with fierce impulses, like fiery tones of Autumn
my truth remains yet dormant, pristine if ordinary
Thus like a broken sail, I cannot trap thy forces
and it's to no advantage to bear the wind's cold bruises
Like a lingering sound
Gather, cherubs and phantoms
freedom approaches, go forth unanchored
Do not be cornered by vague navigations, be ye untethered
For I am an old and weary god
I am now but a lingering sound
Sunbeams Racing
Running, Chasing
Distant, Gaining
Spinning, Fading
Fingers Frozen
Mother Pacing
Buzzers Ringing
Running, Chasing
See - they're sending signals in the chimney smoke
The bells are ringing but with different notes
The cans are empty and the locks are broke
Hiding
See - the windows rattle and the sidewalk shakes
The dogs are howling for their chains to break
The bells are signaling the great escape
Hurry
Seasons Changing
Sunbeams Fading
Freezing, Raining
Running, Chasing
Embers Glowing
Watching, Waiting
Silence Growing
Running, Chasing
From this vantage our eyes are poisoned.
Gouge them out!
From this vantage, our eyes - they are fooled by the disguise
Gouge them out! Poke them in!
So the blindness can begin to save our souls.