Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Saturday, January 05, 2013

We tried


the seasons go around, around, around
up to the sky and down upon the ground
the faces leave their traces
as we go about our paces
we're just a bunch of verbs mistook for nouns

the clouds, they are rolling, rolling, rolling
they carry tears for when the bells are tolling
we hear it in the falling
it's their card, it is there calling
they're like diamonds in a broken wedding ring

we tried
we tried 
we tried

the predators have crept out of the dark
they are hunting on the deck of Noah's ark
on the seas it is rough going
and the blood it starts to flowing
we can't pull over, there is nowhere left to park

we ride
we ride
we ride

we thought we had a savior in the cave
and that the path would surely then be paved
the contracts we were signing
produced no silver lining
we were spent, nothing left that could be saved

we hide
we hide
we hide

someone told us god was full of love
for everything below and up above
the love you cannot hold
sometimes it feels so cold
an embrace that's just another kind of shove

we sighed
we sighed
we sighed

the seasons go around, around, around
up to the sky and down upon the ground
the faces leave their traces
as we go about our paces
we're just a bunch of verbs mistook for nouns

the clouds, they are rolling, rolling, rolling
they carry tears for when the bells are tolling
we hear it in the falling
it's their card, it is there calling
they're like diamonds in a broken wedding ring

we tried
we tried 
we tried

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