Adam and Eve (song)

Where shall we go, with the storm coming near

we've got to find some place, beyond the clouds where we'll spend the next year.

Someday i will find, your shoes next to mine

and with your song in season, I can't compare, nothing more blessed under time.

And there is no reason to look behind with the road still ahead

and there is no reason to try and find those things better left unsaid.

There's nothing back there but pain stretched over time

dramatic illusions we'd soon forget everything will be fine.

Darkness gets dawned, the coldness gets warmer

I've seen your face before the dawn

and I've seen it in the darkest corner.

And there is no reason to look behind with the road still ahead

and there is no reason to try and find those things better left unsaid.

Adam and Eve, ours names shall inspire

our home will be the birth of laughter our lights getting brighter.

Where shall we go, and what shall we could we fear

our eyes are open the apple is bitten we shall keep what we hold as dear.

Untitled Song in A

Everything dies and passes away shouldn't you know that it's true.

But since we are here and breathing today shouldn't we see it through.

Clowns paint tears on tracked faces the dancers aren't dancing at all.

Telephones ringing machines do the talking there's no one there to answer the call.

The music comes soft from the concert hall and and we don't have a care for anything at all

The angels are bitter but that how it goes, the saxophone player blows

a tune from the basement.

Your stack of cards makes a pretty house but you'd swear it's stronger than cardboard

Past meets future trivial here and nows, the present's an uncomfortable bore.

Jesus Christus, builds doghouses, he'll sell you one for a dollar

it protects you from the human monsoon, as long as you don't take off your collar.

Dodging traffic is everyone's business but the preacher's hoping that it's not endless.

Coloured schemed suits file in from the weather.

It doesn't get any better

always a coin away.

Visions are blurry but everyone talks, around the corner a dirty phone-booth walks

to an all night diner to ask for some change, people don't you think it's strange,

here you get used to it.

Your hair like a fire licks your face and you move with subtle grace.

Your eyes solve riddles, lips give solace

if you go it'll be a waste.

Flapping your wings against the chest of death, he holds you tightly by the heart

you've escaped with love for far too long now but you swear it's worth just a part.

Now you wait at the rendezvous

in your summer dress with a letter to

the stranger who made it hard for you

to stay inside your skin.

It's a tragic comedy.

And the voices of children echo through time

they are tinted with sorrow a particular kind

frozen but mobile dementia of love

we must be considerate of

the faces in the window.

Coming to Terms

The night floats by in time like an escaped balloon explores and soars in the air.
Dreams rebound off the wants and the needs of the child that lives inside.
Drifting there through the early hours priming for the day,
when all desire meets an end by either coming true or flying away.

Power

Judgement waits
under a motionless sky
and it sits on an hourglass
without a human heart to keep it warm.
But it has two mouths
one to chew on words
and the other,
to devour its interior.

It is impartial only in proportion to the size of the accused.

Confusion

When I was younger I dreamt of an uncorrupted certainty, and I spent all my time walking along its white beach. I grew bored over the years and so I created phantoms to keep me busy. I became so attached to these ghosts that I treated them as royalty.
Eventually, and through no effort, I convinced myself that the heart of their kingdom lie in the black castle in the sand.