Grammatics Cruel Tricks Of The Light
In the hand and in the sleight, all the cruel tricks of
the light.
And in the cancel of the hum, in the ringing finally
gone.
You cool my blood intil it creeps,
Build the tension and release under an inter-
constellation fracas.
We're getting older, getting older and slower...
A slow wave and slower in motion,
You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs.
Braving the elements to swim,
A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begain again.
I'm ready to begin again.
Now and every shining time you were ghostly and mine,
I was the pallor of your dreams and a harbour of fears.
I'll be a cheat, be a lay, these a no halcyon days,
And a heart caught in suspended animation,
And getting slower, getting older, slower.
A slow wave and slower in motion,
You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs.
Braving the elements to swim,
A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begain again.
I'm ready to begin again.
