Friday, 11 January 2013

Bitter Harvest (Breaking Up)


In dreams glutinous
Time shifts like sand; all time together entwined
The past is the now is the future
Holding you, I am, holding me
At the same time kissing you hello and goodbye
The lingering traces of perfume on your pillow... gone

Come on, come on
Too long, too long
As the memory fades like day fades into night
Anon, anon
This song, this song
Rises like the tide inside my mind

I can still see your eyes even when I am blind
Because in dreams it’s so easy to believe
That each word we say comes from that secret place
But such words make no sense in the cold light of day
For once I want to believe in the truth of such things
Without these things turning into a cipher
Like all heroes in dreams, love is not what it seems
And is sure not worth enough just to die for

In cynical turns
The fire still burns
Ash in my mouth...

Come on, come on
Too long, too long
As the memory fades like day fades into night
Anon, anon
This song, this song
Rises like the tide inside my mind

You know it’s not too late for that goodbye you never
Said
Choosing instead to end things before they started
Words like knives and bittersweet rejoinders
To compensate for the cut, cut, cut...
I hope the freedom you desired is the freedom you get
But what joy in freedom is there
When you’re alone?