YOU CAN'T
NAME ME
White wall, white shed, broad barn,
rural scene, city head. Two hands
holding candles - each a'lit - and
both looking for each other. Fire
into fire, flame into flame. The
reason it's different is 'cause
everything else is the same.
-
I awoke at dawn, and knew
you were there. I got up and
wet my face, opened again
my dreary eyes, and tried to
get away. Opening a faint
door to the greenway of the
dark, I felt like nothing so much
as returning to the deep deep
dream from whence I'd come :
a place of malice and mystery,
a place of silence and dark.
NAME ME
White wall, white shed, broad barn,
rural scene, city head. Two hands
holding candles - each a'lit - and
both looking for each other. Fire
into fire, flame into flame. The
reason it's different is 'cause
everything else is the same.
-
I awoke at dawn, and knew
you were there. I got up and
wet my face, opened again
my dreary eyes, and tried to
get away. Opening a faint
door to the greenway of the
dark, I felt like nothing so much
as returning to the deep deep
dream from whence I'd come :
a place of malice and mystery,
a place of silence and dark.
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