Canaan The Memory Traveller
The summer heat
Came to me
but I wouldn't
kiss your lips
like I used to do
when I was at peace
at peace with my
whole soul
you were as dry
as a crumbling wall
you were as cold
as a still breath
slowing down the beats
in my pounding heart
leaving pure air
outside my lungs
The winter cold
Came to me
but I wouldn't
lick your lips
like I used to do
when I was at war
at war with my
crushed soul
you were as pale
as a passing ghost
you were as far
as a moving star
nailing down to earth
my highest hopes
spitting poison
inside my lungs
He's yet to come
and closed the heart
like a fire on which water falls
like a sun whose flame
doesn't heat
he lost his eyes
in the fire [x2]
Reaching out
in the wind
Following
withering eyes
memories opened wide
a drawer full of
old stillshots
memories scared
a mind full of
dead and empty
thoughts
