Mercy me, the night is long.
Take my pen, to write you this song.
Lord: is it harder to carry on,
Or to know when you are done?
All my life, I've felt as though
I'm inside a beautiful memory,
replaying
with the sound turned down low.
Long-life, show your face.
Slow-heart, curb your taste.
Smoke me out of my hiding place.
Long-life, state your case.
What in the world are we waiting for-
building glowing cities along the shore,
where the wind batters,
baiting my kin like a matador?
So much value, placed upon
what lies just beyond our plans:
waving my handkerchief,
running along, till the end of the sand.
Long-life, speak your name.
I'm so tired of the guessing game.
But, something is moving,
just out of frame:
lSlow-heart,
brace and aim.
Breaching slowly, across the sea,
one mast-
flash, like the stinger of a bee-
to take you away,
a swarming fleet is gonna take you
from me.
The universe is getting loose:
sodden spread,
from some leaden disuse,
rushing, unhinged,
towards diminishing lights,
like a headless caboose.
I'll wait for you,
alongside the ocean,
and make do
with my no-skin.
But then, Long-life,
will you let me in?
And then, Slow-heart,
are you gonna know him?
Long-life, speak your name,
I wait, while I decry the wait.
And when I die, may I relate:
Slow heart, congregate.
To leave your home, and your family
for some distortion of property?
Well, darling, I can't go.
But you may stay
here, with me.
Corrected lyrics and better formatting:
Mercy me, the night is long. Take my pen, to write you this song.
Lord: is it harder to carry on, Or to know when you are done?
All my life, I've felt as though I'm inside a beautiful memory, replaying with the sound turned down low.
Long-life, show your face. Slow-heart, curb your taste. Smoke me out of my hiding place. Long-life, state your case.
What in the world are we waiting for- building glowing cities along the shore, where the wind batters, baiting my kin like a matador?
So much value, placed upon what lies just beyond our plans: waving my handkerchief, running along, till the end of the sand.
Long-life, speak your name. I'm so tired of the guessing game. But, something is moving, just out of frame: lSlow-heart, brace and aim.
Breaching slowly, across the sea, one mast- flash, like the stinger of a bee- to take you away, a swarming fleet is gonna take you from me.
The universe is getting loose: sodden spread, from some leaden disuse, rushing, unhinged, towards diminishing lights, like a headless caboose.
I'll wait for you, alongside the ocean, and make do with my no-skin. But then, Long-life, will you let me in? And then, Slow-heart, are you gonna know him? Long-life, speak your name, I wait, while I decry the wait. And when I die, may I relate: Slow heart, congregate.
To leave your home, and your family for some distortion of property? Well, darling, I can't go. But you may stay here, with me.