A Fine Day To Exit

The starlight has faded The lamplight is dimming And silence is growing All around All around The voices are stopping Eyesight fading, too All around We're covered by wind Covered by wind And if the universe Should decide to stop What then? What then? The starlight has faded The lamplight is dimming And all around We're covered by wind The shadows slide Down the mountains The clouds Now have blocked out the sun The shadows have Blocked out the sun And if the universe Should decide to stop What then? What then? What then? The shadows move Down the side of the valleys Hovering Too close to home Too close to home

I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight That actually existed just in your head Your fingernails painted black Or bloodred I forget And your fake-leather volumes Jabbering on hell Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail Your eyes tried so hard to glitter A star-snuffing black So you opened your books And you opened your legs And so opened your heart And let in the badness You claimed As your friend With un-angels hovering Like flies round the orchard That had covered your soul Their empire increasing And your country Deserted by yourself The bells of St. Mary call us to remember That life is with end And the gestures can kill us Moreover destroy And there is one judgment only Your letters came daily In French or in German But they meant to me nothing I caught the slow cords And dry ice fogging your mind I see all too clearly now Why you could be discarded And though I could pray for you I probably shan't Having had my c...

When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Making neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild When we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with 'I' And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and its nightmares With the world and its dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small...