Tales left untold on a trail that’s gone cold in a hearth where the fire’s gone to sleep Wishes unwished by a sad, sweet abyss who’s in love with the tears that you weep The girl who’s returned from eternal sojourns who arrives just before she has left She kisses you twice before leaving that night but like always again you forget
Elysium Elysium
A theater, a stage and a radio play with a plot they try vainly to change The cast and the play waltz for time and a day until tucked into beds led astray A door has been rent where the incomers went in a quest for their city of dreams But foolish they’ve been much to their sad chagrin. Things are not, you might know, as they seem