The boy walked round the jagged rocks caught between ideals and desires He sinks into oblivion And there was silence, as he sat so still Averted face
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes Plumes of amber in the night sky Each explosion bounces From horizon to horizon From horizon... to horizon And
On the blue-green rising, falling tide Breathing in the pebbles Sighing out the salt breeze Chaff is blowing from the stubble fields Leaving the dried
Lie in the pale summer heat Find a clock as it ticks Oh, to never sleep But the clock ticks so loud Like the cracking of whips Till the sun slowly heaves
We look up, silently Without quite music My face four days old You look newborn There's fear in your frown, like mine No distance away Noticing your hand
Never beginning, never ending days Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand And the blunted knife presses into me Melting in the airless heat The
You stand beneath a racing sky You don't know why you came to The house of the heart You sit amongst the whitered flowers By the dry fountains You look
There is a place where she would always be Where the blossom snows between the cankered trees Holding his sour breath He knows she's there Watching the
Your features Looking so happy inside Don't let them see down through the floors Ignores the quetionnaires and smiles Plays ignorant to words today The
There was a man of double deed Who sowed his garden full of seed When the seed began to grow 'Twas like a garden full of snow When the snow began to melt
She swims the secret sea of sleeps cocoon Its soothing hands caress her dreams, she breathes She tries to hold him in her arms But sleep walks away She
The sails are torn We know only darkness and fear Lost eyes are searching... Searching still Oh, this endless dawn
Transparent babies we walk like men Across the marshes and back again We seek a different view A world that's fresh and new We wait together at twilights
As a voice beneath the millpond sings From her past the lost June days are woken And wind across the gorse slopes call Through years, where the darkness
Rattled chime, slow ringing echo Roll around in virus meadow Suck enchanted nightshade twine Hear the bells beneath us chime Sinking sermon, priest head
It was late afternoon She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane Under the wet weather swollen door Never came She pressed her knee up Underneath the
Jack went out one stormy day To see where his feet would go They took him from his sleeping town Across land both high and low They took him through the
True or false, the life of man Beneath her dress, so soft so thin Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes For God's sake hold the key Locks in this agony