Caught up in a tangle of ninety-three individual days Circadian cycles passing in some heatstroke haze Catch up just to fall behind And see the water fall beneath In our heads – the only images lies In some dusty, dried creek Ripples of forgetful You take what you can get See what you still remember Crowded pathways of those Just waiting for December And we sit and wait because The global warming feels so nice today The ice caps can melt But we all take swimming lessons anyway And why look over the rim of the bomb shelter To see what the observers have to say Oh well We all have to die some day
Ninety-three days pass And I still don’t know when we begun I’m just waiting for the world the end Because I’m getting just a little sick of the sun
I once knew you But don’t remind me Like the rubble of the car wreck That still sits close to me And the oxygenated air That still makes me dizzy I don’t want to think about what doesn’t make me forget An orange atmosphere with nothing left And voices in the background to remind me of my debt My mind is just full of wind And I’m trying to fixate on the howl If only I could go back to that empty ditch And that shattered glass Fall onto the dirt Just close my eyes and focus on the smell of the gas I once knew you But don’t remind me I just want to remember the burning Of that dripping gasoline on dry fall leaves The way I stammered your name Speaking of the only thing that I believed Winter cannot come sooner For I am in love with the gray skies And empty cold air It makes me feel like I belong here For three months at a time When I felt like I wasn’t even here For nearly two years I once knew you But don’t remind me Just give me those thoughts of the icy metal bed And my ripped clothing The bandages on my head I am in love with the bruises That fell across my chest And I adored the pains That made it hard on my breath Show me the aches and my old stiff limbs Remind me of the dreams I never had Tell me that I am something different now Than I was before Remind me that the winter world would give way to the warmest love I ever knew But please don’t remind me That I once knew you
The stars scream out in a song of infant fire No more time left for a power any higher Moving in a dance of renewal and change Doing their best to tend the beat of the flame Taking their time to give us the world Carried upon their back – Into the swirling light, out of the black Fought away from the grasp of some cosmic megalomaniac
The universe moves its tide Back and forth, the spirit moving in just to hide They shake and swirl and billow Singing a song of life’s gentle widow Is God here – or was he ever? Or was he just some poor fool’s hopeful endeavor? Will life spring forth from his massive breath Or is there just an eternity left beneath our immense depth? Energy to energy, souls to dust Will our spirits roam forever or be left to rust?
She sings out, the Mother of the light, so gently spoken Trying to croon the great monster from being woken All connected by the energy Of life’s pure being And the universe’s song That she has sung for so long One day, those dancing flames will grow old And the stars will flicker out too The galaxies will fold away And Reality will be a perception untrue
Everything ends, every song has a final verse The birds will cease – the men will end up worse As will the trees, and the universe as well It will end and begin again where it fell And when the fire grows tall and out of control And there is nothing burning but what’s left of our souls The tide will pull us in The energy will know what to do As She sings her final lines, and everything ends And we will all begin anew
You are nothing but a ghost to me And I run from you Fearful of what your eyes can do And you chase after me With that fierce conviction That you’re going in the right direction Because when the moon is hidden Behind grey clouds and rolling thunder And no light is able to escape From that empty chill under God’s righteous fist And the leaves crunch under heavy feet As we try to catch our breath between fast and frightful sips Of heavy night time air And my chest burns and my eyes sting And I collapse under the weight I cannot bear You approach my body – dead for years, a whisper in the breeze, the sound of the wind in the trees – And while I try to look away You reach out to me And you’ve seen my dreams Where we’re alive and I believe There’s no better place to be And you know as well as I That I will refuse to say goodbye again I won’t come to your grave And try to begin To live as I die As you lie underneath. Quietly sleeping – as you fade into the mist With the sounds of gentle weeping As the fog rolls across the hills and moonlit scape No, I will not bargain I will not wait You’re nothing but a ghost to me and in the cold, empty winter I will still run from you Wishing our paths didn’t have to splinter in two That prayers would be answered before I would have had to choose And I see the clouds in the sky And I beg God not to let the light break through Because behind me, I’m still afraid of what your eyes can do