Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Monday, August 24, 2015

Burn all the flowers

i am a virus
i like your iris
i want to hold you in bed

i am a satyr
you have hit paydirt
listen to all that i've said

the needle is pointing
while we sit anointing
the fire that burns up the west

hold me tonight, love
push comes to your shove
give me your loving, the best

(chorus)
burn, burn, burn all the flowers
burn all the hours
burn all the dreams
burn all the dreams
play with the ashes instead
you are so pretty
it will be a pity
we burned it all down 
just like you said
just like you said
we burned it all down
just like you said

i am a master
at running things faster
at making the gears all go round

we sold all the hardware
at a yard sale in Delaware
now is the time you go down
now is the time you go down

(repeat chorus)

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