
Date of issue: 06.12.1997
Song language: English
Sounds Familiar |
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest |
Shedding skin faster than skin can grow |
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives |
Words to meet and to define and to… but you must know |
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards |
Have found a higher pitch and broader scale |
Than we feared possible, someone must be picked last |
And one must bruise and one must fail |
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window |
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep, and threw |
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole |
And then rushed out to kill something new |
So we could bury that too |
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether |
Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation |
That seemed so original. |
I must, we must never stop |
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets |
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut |
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows |
And my voice will scratch to yell many more, but |
Before I spill the things I mean to hide away |
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment |
I’ll drown the urge for permanence and certainty |
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement |