Dark auditorium, half of the audience sleeps.
I am awake
Through every display of doubt
Turning the grey
While you were watching the back of your eyelids
I was awake
Broken and battered and split like an atom
In debt to God, but what’s it to you
If somewhere a glass jewel breaks
And rings like a bell
Are you bandaging feet
Or done with the Peace Corps
I couldn't tell
Now I'm putting drinks away
Like a poet on payday
And I’m not toasting your name
Or your good health
When twenty years of peace
Fall under the hoof of love
And every heart seems
To beat like a broken drum
Now I'm putting drinks away
Like a poet on payday
And I’m not toasting your name
Or your good health
They say the thing about starch
Is you risking them finishing
Add a line of love
To those maps on your skin
Well that's the thing about you
You know some of us live in them
When it’s too late to want love
I’ll know where I've been
They say a thing about starch
Is made out of finishing
Add a longing of love
To those maps on your skin
Well that's the thing about you
You know some of us live in them
When it’s too late to want love
I’ll know where I’ve been
I’ll know where I’ve been


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