Fleurie Explosions Of Grandeur
I need the undoing, need the aftermath
The cold water slap, the narrow hatch
The stairs to where the stars collapse
The great unknown, the great relapse
I need an ultimatum in red-rimmed constellation
More than a realisation, a clean transfiguration
I need more than words
I need more than words
I need the return, need the violent edge
The wake up call, the hidden ledge
Take me to the entrance, to the scarlet thread
The one-shot arrow, the sacred pledge
I need the truth verbatim in waves of infiltration
A brave approximation, a hallowed reformation
I need more than words
I need more than words
I need more than words
I need more than words
I need more than words
I need more than words affixed to meanings
More than sky and ceilings, I need more than words
Empty pages bleeding to contain a feeling
I need those airwaves, the pen, the tongue
That nervous laugh, the setting sun
I need an answer, thought I had one
Oh, I need an answer, thought I had one
I need more than words
