Simon Joyner - Eight Verses lyrics

Midnight nears the clock clicks its heels And the birds go wandering home To empty nests in cardboard houses Built on vapour smoke and foam Where furniture and flesh court dust and rust Together and alone Like trees falling into the forest no one listens What happens in the night time After the sun washes its hands Of everything yellow light prevents From the dangers of the dance Of darkness uninhibited Do you even want to take that chance You might end up on a list of missing persons Black crows beckon from their ledges High above the ground They shake the quiet they've gathered From their wings and scratch out sounds Which terrify all pa**ers by The truth is hard to hear once it's found Then they swoop like angels burned off Jacob's ladder The holy man announced his plan To turn wine back to water He was strung up by the drunken mob Chanting the time for miracles is over The wrapped his body in newspaper And burned him in the words he could not alter Saying unto a mirror one should never try to flatter Sunlight rummages the beach And cleans out hollow shells The sand flames sufficiently heating The shadows of lonely sould Walking on the fringes of waves Which pounce and fade farewell To spoil a hope which springs eternally on the surface The scientific poet dresses up His images with the facts He hangs on chains from certificates In silver frames behind smoked gla** He writes everything that has yet to occur Has already happened in the past We elevate wise men by digging ditches Soldiers fill their pales with steam For bulletshell-like spines While trees live and die repeatedly in rings Which mark the march of time It crawls by slowly for those entrenched And for others it speeds unkind While soliloquies to skulls become confessions The box we would have distance hold A lifetime without blame Is to heavy for the skyway Without faith-chariots and chains Although it bloomed on an ancient tongue Nothing yet from nothing ever came We bury our answers six feet beneath our questions