lifelesslove
07/14/03, 12:16 PM
another old one...
Our Fated Messenger
This dead pigeon delivered its final letter,
Tied up in bindings that fill in our calendar,
I’m always held, and never repaired,
I’m always found, but never contained.
Our life has melded a complacent ideal,
While this sun sets here so quickly.
And a Friday falls faster than every other day,
A snapshot for your portfolio of letdowns.
*Chorus*
“I want to stay where I don’t belong”
This tip echoes in my head.
And this heart will beat in my hand…
A clock that dies in rhythm.
To drive away and leave me alone, drink me away now darling.
Hazel eyes that hide hazel eyes that died.
We all surrender now,
To a grace that was as pure, as my death.
Out of place,
Jotting down notes, and never living.
The static of a flat line,
To shock my decrepit body.
But your love as a helpful second chance.
It will no longer repair, pursue and help me.
(Outro)
In your morning memoirs, will you transfix me?
Claims of penchant for a lonely love.
You’re as dead the company you kept.
Our Fated Messenger
This dead pigeon delivered its final letter,
Tied up in bindings that fill in our calendar,
I’m always held, and never repaired,
I’m always found, but never contained.
Our life has melded a complacent ideal,
While this sun sets here so quickly.
And a Friday falls faster than every other day,
A snapshot for your portfolio of letdowns.
*Chorus*
“I want to stay where I don’t belong”
This tip echoes in my head.
And this heart will beat in my hand…
A clock that dies in rhythm.
To drive away and leave me alone, drink me away now darling.
Hazel eyes that hide hazel eyes that died.
We all surrender now,
To a grace that was as pure, as my death.
Out of place,
Jotting down notes, and never living.
The static of a flat line,
To shock my decrepit body.
But your love as a helpful second chance.
It will no longer repair, pursue and help me.
(Outro)
In your morning memoirs, will you transfix me?
Claims of penchant for a lonely love.
You’re as dead the company you kept.