Hallowed be that startled kingdom
And your limpid eyes that harbor rancor
Alien reflections of aged places
A lone circle that squares pain
Let your yearning be a premature stray
That makes the game of two impossible
Paradise lost or barren terrain
There's no space for any fragile crucible
Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
To dissent from one's own way of living
Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
A perpetual no, exposed without reason
What there is of play and denial
A broken scream from an impatient soul
It settles hardened in skins of salt
Guideless diatribes that were birthed
From a tree it's known, sweet and sour
I listen and trade that absolute cold
That the words let pass
And I go on and flood every circumstance
That leads me to stop thinking about you
Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
To dissent from one's own way of living
Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
A perpetual no, exposed without reason
What there is of play and denial
I use all my dreams
Step after step, I trace my days
Gray and at peace, in cuts of reality
To dissent from one's own way of living
Spite in tune, couplets without voice, absent spaces that God left
A perpetual no, exposed without reason
What there is of play and denial