The War

Safe flight, sometime
Window, dawning
Rainbow, rivers and trees divine

With all the blood and mace
Reeling the poor
The king of the helpless yells please start the war
Spin around, pace
Leaving us with the knife

I would love to sing, sing in a choir of voices not like my own
Surrounded by jailers, criminals, and whores

Not to be dancing but mapped, alight with desire
Reaching toward that dream burning pyre of summer's bloody fangs last embrace

I know nothing of them and they the same of me
But I know so well what we want to see
Real love to start

First time, last try
Crying, bleeding
Wake up, both of us are here
As you are standing in place, hearing our horns
Locked into rhythm as bass holds the floor
Our voices shatter, eclipsing newer frames

We would love to sing, sing in a choir of voices not like our own
Surrounded by painters, admirers and more

We know not who they are but what they'll achieve
And we know so well what we want to see
Real love to start

Last chance, us last
Prying, we're reeling
All's come
Come to this end

In a crowded room filled up with ash
Waiting for the spark to unlatch that long awaited divine, sudden end

When will we line up to sing
Sing in a chamber of voices that are just our own
A single repeating chant in a drone

Not to be dancing but mapped, alight with desire
Reaching toward that dream burning pyre of summer's bloody fangs last embrace

We know not who we are but what we will be
And we know it's a shame that we have to see the fire fade
But it doesn't have to be that way