pale and beckoning
in my dreams
I can
reaching out
a china hand
touching fingertips
veiled concequence of making a bargain with the dead
I feel nearer
when I lay my bones to sleep
solumn and delivered
Broken but at peace
fragile between only shades of white
bound tight, bathe in light, yeah
cold and grey
buried down there in the clay
Void and desolate
crumbling ash and
lips whisper secrets to the wind
bloody fingernails tear to no avail
and tangled in roots beneath the snow
She seems clearer
in the icey ground beneath
silent and unyielding
shattered but complete
fragile between only shades of white
bound tight, bathe in light, yeah
cold and grey
buried down there in the clay
Time and suffering won't change the 4th birth between me and the
spring. I buried the sun and salted the ground and hiding the
warmth where it won't be found.
I still hear her muffled heartbeat as it dissapeared
underneath the bruised black expression of all that I fear.
fragile between only shades of white
bound tight, bathe in light, yeah
cold and grey
buried down there in the clay