I opened my eyes to see swinging heads, faceless smiles trying to hang on to the space that floats them out They sang to me in a fugue a thousand tongues with the same word It could have come from anyone or never come at all
Like any other god a job discrete to tune the beast and watch what will become of you and me as we turn the earth with love
I fell in love this one time it was beautiful we, we were young and so quietly walking along bathed in the filth and the warmth ours would not be let down something that could not be touched, existed when we did not
Like any other god a job discrete to tune the beast and watch what will become of you and me as we turn the earth with love
Pale, pale and strong, strung across no cross no symbol of importance just as pretty, as petty as any other god ...