The Dream of Stones

Took too long to look at the sun
Metal glints as you load the gun
Too late for you
Draw the blind and pick up the trash
Beer can bed and cigarette ash, wait for you
You feed her rage, gilt-lined her cage
Twist the tip and fire up the high
Twisted face the smoke in your eye, grace for you
Needles spent the marks on your arm
Vacant stares and silent alarms wasting you
Call down the clouds
Draw the dark shrouds
Lay the gold trap
Light slows down and comes through the glass
Distant storm and hurricane blast, come for you
Winding down the unkindest truth
Empty words and all of your youth paid by you
Call down the clouds
Draw the dark shrouds
Lay the gold trap



Credits
Writer(s): David Campbell
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