- Cloak
I've been spared this road
I've been spared that road
But I'm no stranger to the cold
He's a rich old man with many homes
What's this line I hear talk of?
It's more of a coast
One side realigns
- Fortune
You've made it clear, your intentions
nearly breaking every tooth
that's rattled long in a grin that's gone
and fallen out of use
Short of making an arrow-straight escape
below a cough
I couldn't say that you've found yourself a gait
- Fresh Paint
No need to raise a hand. I’ll sit
as long as I can stand
A pose is all I need to plan-- a pose
is all I need
If less is more, then pour to break. I’ll wait
to sleep and sleep to wake
A move is all you need to make-- a move
- Lack of Light
What's a fight with the right to keep it clean?
What's to hum from an angle of defeat?
With every sip we live outside our means,
Think we'll all go gray and go to sleep,
Go gray and go to sleep.
Sell a tale at a price we can agree,
What's to hum in charging for what's free?
- Lemon Tree
The pastor stood at odds with every
sermon read, and once he learned
to speak in knots, he never had
to wear his share of scarlet- what a shame
they caught a word he said
You shouldn't live to second-guess
but certain thoughts, they think they ought
to roam the sheets before you dress
- Light fails
All light has failed, the ghost of age, he pulls you down into the fray.
What once we lost is now apace- hold guard, hold guard!
They'll rush to the stage.
Ablaze all the candles, awaken the flames!
Set fire to the canvas, alight what you've made!
(These were the words that we shuddered to pray.)
Will you go it alone at the end of the day?
- Made of Straw
You spoke it plain and speak it still
how once they moved across the sill
and left it stripped and fit to crack,
but now they’ve fallen further back
You count yourself a fragile hem
to hang until you're taken in
or sewn into a feathered throw,
- Shelf Life
Well, as he slept upon her lap
she took it as a sign her life
was less a dream and more a nap
that only promised longer nights
and muffled steps
She fumbled for the words
to pray the banister to give
It only gave us quite a stir--