Miller's Court Lyrics

F.a.q. Miller's Court

water
will of necessity flow downhill,
thwarting all our best efforts
that it should be otherwise

in order
that water might rise despite itself,
it must first be transmuted
into steam

the heart
notoriously difficult to burn
it must be touched by the purifying
of fire

the cold stone sips its offering
steam lifts from off the blood
into chill air, and i am rising
i am rising

there you are, lying
in the middle of the bed
one breast under your head

there you were lying
with crippled wings - dead
it was then that i noticed some
crimson blotches on my hand

the heart
notoriously difficult to burn
it must be touched by the purifying
of fire

the cold stone sips its offering
steam lifts from off the blood
into chill air, and i am rising
i am rising

there you are, lying
in the middle of the bed
one breast under your head

there you were lying
with crippled wings - dead
it was then that i noticed some
crimson blotches on my hand

there she was lying
the final arwork i've achieved
now there's only descent
would that i had died there