1949

Long are the nights where I think of when
The grand illusion reached its end
What can be said, that hasn't yet
Sympathies and deep regrets

They will never mend the cracks in time
That Barleycorn has made in crime
The memories that you've been served
Don't warm your heart, they strike a nerve

And this house, structured like a doll's
Has demons hiding in the walls
Hiding there, amongst the gold
They will not leave until it's sold

And I am loathe to best presume
Just how to cure your troubled gloom
You've held yourself now on your own
With all these blows cut to the bone

And I wish that I could raise the passed
And ease your troubled soul
Or make the essence of them last
To make your cracked heart whole

How wondrous it would be, and how
Such happiness is drawn
But you and I know better now
We know we must walk on

And all the stars in Angel beds
Would gladly to this fawn
And yet we cannot raise the dead
And so we must walk on

Long are the hours that I reflect
Of when the ship "presumption" wrecked
But now I know it, all too well
That all our people have our hells

Yours is made from fancy cars
From vodka and of French cigars
This house that shields you from the sun
It can't protect you from the rungs

Of disappointment, shame and guilt
And others woes weaved in your quilt
And even after all these days
Are you still in this dark malaise

Cause I am too, and still I've drawn
That Long Night's Journey Into Dawn
Into my memory to give
The fallen, here, a place to live

And in this doll's house all will stay
Pristine and free from urge
It's here the fallen spend the days
Where art and candor merge

The fallen lives with you as well
Like lily pads on ponds
So let the fallen ring your bells
And run across the lawns

Let no one tell you otherwise
For you are no one's pawn
Let Neptune never touch your eyes
Or flood your heart, walk on

And you were meant to touch the sun
And you were meant to find
The world before this world was won
And leave this far behind

Let no one tell you otherwise
For you are no one's pawn
Let Neptune never touch your eyes
Or flood your mind, walk on

Long are the nights where I think of when
The grand illusion reached its end
With you