Sulphur Crest

Too shy, the safe bet
Can't win on the sulphur crest
A crown for folded hands
Cut from gloves too thick
To know their chance
Against jokes I should have kept
For sorry songs of erstwhile men
Quick to agree
With the glancing blow
In the giddy clean
Of sulphur glow

Do I excite
With my sickly hue
Thoughts of lovers kind
And kind of blue
I'm afraid to die
But here I forget
The always for hire
And concrete swept

Some hands push against
Others can't wait to miss the
Satellite city red
Light pushed through copper ends

Satellite city red
Light pushed through copper ends
But I needed the choke to start
Silent running, dive 40 last
Orders taken, a tonsure held
The cap on
Has it grown out yet?

Do I excite
In the 44
Thoughts of lovers kind
And hard to score
I'm afraid to die
But here I forget
Always for hire
Beyond the sulphur crest

Do I excite
With my sickly hue
Thoughts of lovers kind
And kind of blue
I'm afraid to die
But here I forget
The always for hire
Under concrete swept



Credits
Writer(s): David Eaton
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