(mind the first 8 seconds of silence, it'll get you.)
hold me in your hands
your sweet salve from the golden light
hold me high in the eye sight
just once more
with this ill lay on the grass bedding
the dew from the morning
sticking my shirt to my skin
or is that the eyes
dripping down to my cheeks
grieving over the sandy hairs
of a lover that could have been
caught up in the looks of the idols
self indulgent chaos
swift cleaving of the generals
down by the hatchet
warfare of the blind chasing the blind
chasing the blind
half a face in the sun
beaming down on the wretched
glimmering that eye sparkling hope
cast down like hail from a Nebraska storm
all this mystery for a hope gone
breezy in the distance is your own shoulder
caught left laying in the road
take it back
take it back
its your own life
once in a great while
turn and face me with something more
than a solemn look
your words fall so superficial
onto the ears of the hopeful
it is enough for them
it is enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
is it enough for them
Cant be any more a loner
you misunderstand your objectives
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