Russian Futurists Incandescent Hearts
Is this just sickness, this thickness I feel?Or is the
start of the end slowly being revealed?
Can these be our worst days of all time?
Is it my fault I'm still stuck in the salt mines?
Things come back but back for how long?
Because the things that we had in youth and life are
now gone
The one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearling
Watching all things good and true disappearing
It's half now, half then, all, 'How does this end?'
It's all question marks, incandescent hearts
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
How time's changed us into strangers
Half now, half then, all 'how does this end?'
How time's left us young and restless
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
It's the getting and losing, wasting and using
Is this just weakness, this bleakness I'm caught in?
Is life really rotten and to be forgotten?
Things come back but back for how long?
Because the things that we had in life and death are
now gone
If you're dying, I'm dying to know
So I can change all of my words to songs before you go
The difference between letters and songs is only
Where they get sent and who they're stringing along
Is this endless, this pendulum sway?
Is it the start of the end or just the end of the day?
If you think I'm reading your mind
Well then it could be a case of the blind leading the
blind
I love you but I'm dragging you down
I don't want to leave you lost, ragged and drowned
The one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearling
Watching all things good and true disappearing
