Lyrics Retrograde - Martin Hall

Retrograde

Still lying wide awake
Imagining your face
A cool, white offering
Caught in this retrograde
Lips drawn and quivering
Veins faintly shimmering
All pierrots in rags
Spastics and acrobats
Discredit every move
Condolences to prove
The friction and the heat
Your genuine belief
A gravitational pull that never seems to decrease