A Tube Here, A Chamber There

The demon moon
Is glaring through
Drapes of gloom
The only light in the room

They try in vain to call me up on the telephone
The machine tells them I'm not home
It's alright to rely on technology
To spare me the sin, tell my lies for me

The stain in the grain of the wood floor, like a mirror
I just want to think clear about you
Turn left, look right, slip in between realities

How did everything get so cold
How can this world be bought and sold
With such plentiful amenities
How can so many live on their knees

The echoes in your head
The echoes in my head
This love just can't be dead
This love just can't be dead

The kissing moon
Is peeking through
Velvet curtains of doom
It lights up the room



Credits
Writer(s): Monty Owen Ii
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