STONE UPON STONE

Who are you talking to
Are they talking to you
You sit and wait
For the coming of your hate

Twisting vines
Twisting your mind
Sometimes you can't let go
It's not that hard to fool a fool

Everything turns orange
Before it leads you away
To a place I always knew
That you would go

In everybody's mind
Lies an early winter morning
Waiting for the summer to pass
To take you to your place of mourning

At every tragedy
You blend into the background
I see your face in every crash
Waiting eagerly to find
Something to claim your own

I pray for all of them
At whom you've cast your gaze
They're all looking for their fingers
A way to count their last days

There's nothing to do
And I'm not talking about you
Anymore
I can do anything
I'll take you under my wing
Cry no more
I will do everything
And you will be my sling
You are my slave


19/6/98