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The naked flames of cracking dawn come searing through with cruel scorn |
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To furrow wounds across each frown inside the breast of love's sad clown |
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Who chases fleeting silhouettes with swollen dreams and rising sweats |
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Who taunts and bluffs the savage god with a broken heart and a hanging head. |
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I would we were but I wish in vain to have you here to hold again |
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My blood boils ice in deep despair but worse of all you couldn't care |
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Remember when the world was ours and at our feet ten thousand stars |
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Who saw us then could now relate who would have guessed, this was our fate. |
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I'm sorry that you thought of us as painful and superfluous |
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But please don't think I'm that thick skinned to want my seed in any old wind |
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I can't believe we'll just exist as figments of each others past |
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Where is it at to get to this, when lawyers lurk where lovers kiss ? |
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The alter of October stands with opening arms and dripping hands |
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Unveiling storms, collecting skies and gathering leaves to whisper sighs |
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As from the pulpit summer shrinks and hope of us together sinks |
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As fast as all those burning lies, and just as hard to memorise. |
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The ages pass with the flick of a thumb, love has lost and pride has won |
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But through old destruction flies new dawn and I rode the winds into the morn. |
