The secret arranged in fading light
drifts beneath those moving lips
surpassing televisionary musings
the harrowing clips of vicious mouths
feeding off twice used silver spoons
alludes to an elemental loss of engagement
the lights are dying slowly now within the pull of moving trains
in come the devils of day light and the mention of unnamely names
the ghost within the shattered woman crying out for youth and grace
wishing she had a momentary change within her scowling face
as time passes between our wheels
in yellow stripes and blackened stones
we remember those who made our lives and changed them
the couple who rustled like Autumn leaves
the old man dining in his tomb
and the boys who raised their drinks in merriment
with tiny movements of elegant lace
that softly embrace your beautiful face,
I'll climb into your royal chamber
and lay upon my tired spine
and fall into the sweetest of slumbers
and wake in my lucid mind of higher and higher
rise above the burning flames of hell fire
This could be our childhood dreams
or what has lately seemed
the end of all sweet pleasantry, you choose which
the pressure is building slowly now
and soon it will burn up the sky
as our hands are raised for win or loss
in hopes the guns will fall
and we'll go running to the temples
where life is just a dollar sign
and raze the beast for all of his crimes and start anew
drifts beneath those moving lips
surpassing televisionary musings
the harrowing clips of vicious mouths
feeding off twice used silver spoons
alludes to an elemental loss of engagement
the lights are dying slowly now within the pull of moving trains
in come the devils of day light and the mention of unnamely names
the ghost within the shattered woman crying out for youth and grace
wishing she had a momentary change within her scowling face
as time passes between our wheels
in yellow stripes and blackened stones
we remember those who made our lives and changed them
the couple who rustled like Autumn leaves
the old man dining in his tomb
and the boys who raised their drinks in merriment
with tiny movements of elegant lace
that softly embrace your beautiful face,
I'll climb into your royal chamber
and lay upon my tired spine
and fall into the sweetest of slumbers
and wake in my lucid mind of higher and higher
rise above the burning flames of hell fire
This could be our childhood dreams
or what has lately seemed
the end of all sweet pleasantry, you choose which
the pressure is building slowly now
and soon it will burn up the sky
as our hands are raised for win or loss
in hopes the guns will fall
and we'll go running to the temples
where life is just a dollar sign
and raze the beast for all of his crimes and start anew