I repeat, repeat, words, words
Over and over ‘til they can’t be heard
‘til they burn through the air that carries them
Man who wasn’t even born when they were spoken buries them
Life bright like sunny day in a solarium
Not quite right, not quite day
Not quite night, not quite true
A cynic can he mimic when a birds in flight
A certain night a many years ago
A prophet and soul say tears’ll flow
Drop by drop is how the years’ll go
Dot by dot ‘til we find the glow
All joined up and I signed it so
But you gotta step back I remind you though
It’s in another language some kinda old
Script is it Egyptian or Incan gold
Drip, drip, it’s my ink in gold
Flowing through the cracks of a sinking, cold
Frozen to the point of a shattering world
Ice like a night when the moon’s too bold
Booms, a story too told, glue holds
But only when I want to keep the mold
Delete the soul, keep the shell
A fate to relate to we know too well
So do we get it yet, did we receive the letter yet,
Is it our name written in bold on the letter head?
Or is it more like texture, often better read
In context, intellectual sedative
Sure, I’ll be, words what’s that
Over her a cure, water leaks up taps
Back-words, take that back
After-words, gotta make that snap
Life like real gotta break that fact
Night night, dear, gotta fate to enact
Death in the passenger seat when I drove her
Crash like an indie flick and its over