A legacy of bang and boom, and a lack thereof, In absence of symbolic resonance
These dreams elude me and my ambitions.
Wait for me, my love Blind to you, and your trident for a tongue Lights burn out, and leave us in the dark Ice grows thin, I’ll watch it drift it apart
Lines in the sand, long since washed away mark your love and the threshold of your skin Lines by your eyes that watched your boys grow up, It will never be fair to you