Shriekback—Faded Flower
This is the sound of poisonsThe sickness no one knowsNo one is crying for us this timeOur shapes are blurring under miracles of snowWeave a circle round him three timesYou have to plan your moves at these timesOur hearts are breakingOne more song to go
These eyes are blindThis is a pure thingThese hands I kissTragic as anythingThese eyes are blindThis is a pure thingAll splash and hissBeyond my measuring
Only the anacrucisThe main event remainsShameful and naked, out there in theGreat cold outdoorsWe have to do these things againBathe in this incandescent glowThe leap to something I don’t knowThere is no doubt upon us whenThe greasy men come back again
These eyes are blindThis is a pure thingThese hands I kissTragic as anythingThese eyes are blindThis is a pure thingAll splash and hissBeyond my measuring
These faded flowersPrecious as memoryA veil of cloudCorrect as energyWe had some good machinesBut they don’t work no moreI loved you onceDon’t love you anymore
These eyes are blindThis is a pure thingThese hands I kissTragic as anythingThese eyes are blindThis is a pure thingAll splash and hissBeyond my measuring
These faded flowersPrecious as memoryA veil of cloudCorrect as energyWe had some good machinesBut they don’t work no moreI loved you onceDon’t love you anymore
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