Beauty
The very word born of the trees
My stained-glass heart ruptures for thee:
A pang of joy to cure dis-ease
Beauty
The very word born of the trees
My stained-glass heart ruptures for thee:
A pang of joy to cure dis-ease
Could’ve sworn there was something
In the love we made
Could’ve sworn I touched a piece of you
Your body betrayed
But baby just won’t let me in
Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin
He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win
Baby just won’t let me in
And timing’s just a thing folks blame
When they are afraid
Now it’s time to make a call
Call a spade a spade
So far as the future goes,
Feelings always fade
Never held ’em up my sleeve
But he managed to evade
Baby just won’t let me in
Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin
He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win
Baby just won’t let me in
Love, it’s what burns up the stars
It’s what goes down in flames
Baby, least I took the chance
Least I played the game
Well, he takes a step toward me
And then he halves that half
Divisible infinity
He plots me on a graph
But baby never quite arrives
And we never quite meet
Because infinite divides
Are odds I can’t quite beat
And I can’t go halfway no more
I can’t live half-in
I never had the heart for maths
And straight lines make me spin
Baby takes the world in strides
But it reads like a retreat
And his infinite divides
Are odds I can’t quite beat
Well, I guess you weren’t expecting me
And now I’m standing here
I’ve got no reservations
Didn’t mean to interfere
Well, I guess I’m awful willing
To try a new frontier
I’ve got some hesitations, boy
But my heart is sincere
Well, I guess I’m near-done waiting
For your hand to volunteer
‘Cause I’ve got a destination
And my direction’s clear
But it’s William’s blood, inside of me
William’s blood, born of the sea
William’s blood, to see me through
William’s blood, to make me new
The moon told me I could be kind
To my body, soul and mind
Far worse than breaking guarantees,
Was breaking covenant with me
The one before the one
Gave this moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was the words in her best songs
Walked beside her all along
When she was weak and she was strong
The one before the one
Listened day in and day out
Saw her within and without
Knew what she was all about
The one before the one
Told her that her heart was rare
Treated it with undue care
And so she’ll try not to compare:
The one before the one
With the one that came thereafter
With his nervous bursts of laughter
With a different ever after
The one before the one
Had a different path to take
Had held more futures at stake
And sometimes, that’s just the shake
When he was up and she was down
When he was verb and she was noun
When he had swum and she had drowned
When he was anchor and she, crown
When the moon had waxed before it waned
Something was lost, and something gained
The phase she’d never have begun
Without —
Next time round the bend,
Should I be trusted with this task,
Before I spend a breath on you,
I’ll first put on my mask
The moon told me she’d gone to bed
To dream of all that which you dread
She’d hollow out these hopes deceased
And so tonight, you’d rest in peace
I can surmise all of the lies
He transposes veritably
Old acquaintance should be forgot
On the eve of Q.R.V.