Saturday, July 7, 2012

P/S

will the winter take me home?
cos i've been skulking round the dawn
if you see the place i'm from
mark it like the cross
mark it like the cross
mark it like the cross
of two kissing trees

the feuds of summer dried my veins
so i build my machines to bring the rain
you see a tempest come my way
hold your breath, swim deep
hold your breath, swim deep
hold your breath, swim deep
to me again

all your tears fall down my walls
begins corrosion of my dharma
and defeat seems deeper
and my humour and my passion
bubble darker
bubble darker

this cavernous vessel
and all its hiding places
but no marrow
this ocean so deep
but still as i lie

precipitation/sorrow


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