This Time Imperfect

We held hands on the last night on earth, our mouths filled with dust
We kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves
It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river
So we walked through the waste, where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner"

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom, and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
But you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two
I rode alone

You said, "The cinders are falling like snow"
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence of blue and grey
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city
The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines
But still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward
And somewhere in the wilderness, we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message

I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find

I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems no one will appear here and make me real

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find

I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me

I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me (Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams)
I'd tell you how it haunts me (Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams)
You don't care that it haunts me

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There'll be no angels gracing the lines
Just these stark words I find

I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...