Dragging black claws through layers of sleep
As I wandered through each chartered trip
Choked alive the pond spills out its store
Pull these faces embedded (in) my sore
Hands on fire the street sweeper cries
As we sail on dry seas of desire
Wobbling down through this long list of lies
To the children in strollers they sigh
'My soul where am I?'
A mocking bird laughs
There"s tears in my eyes
Lost no heartbeat when this hammer falls
Splitting like open palms on soft floors
Laugh in flowers rendered to your toil
Feed your fires to poison my soil
I compared thee to a summers day
When the moon gloats on owl moans awake
Still your body floats to foreign bays
Guilty of dust and flickering sin
As I wandered through each chartered trip
Choked alive the pond spills out its store
Pull these faces embedded (in) my sore
Hands on fire the street sweeper cries
As we sail on dry seas of desire
Wobbling down through this long list of lies
To the children in strollers they sigh
'My soul where am I?'
A mocking bird laughs
There"s tears in my eyes
Lost no heartbeat when this hammer falls
Splitting like open palms on soft floors
Laugh in flowers rendered to your toil
Feed your fires to poison my soil
I compared thee to a summers day
When the moon gloats on owl moans awake
Still your body floats to foreign bays
Guilty of dust and flickering sin