Wrapped in the shadow
On a galvanized meadow
You bring on an ode
On your purple lips...
On a night full of scars
You count and count the stars
And cull all the fire
On your fingertips...
So hurl the truth and come to me
On a pragmatic crescendo
Breathe the bruise and shear the skin
Of a cynical innuendo
Ethereal dreams
Keep fizzing on
In a wiggy delirium drain
The sky remains veiled
In spalted clouds
But I still feel, it's gonna rain...
So hurl the truth and come to me
On a pragmatic crescendo
Breathe the bruise and shear the skin
Of a cynical innuendo