Sunday, October 24, 2010

Sung hoarse

Come here little sister and keep me company
Scoot a little nearer, sit right next to me
It's ten to twelve and I'm inside on my own
I've boarded up the door before sitting here alone
But now that you've found a way in and then you found me
Do stay awhile and sing to me like a child.

Do you fear the night and chase it like a dog?
Do you kneel before the bright, the artificial sunlight?
I tell you now as a friend, fear not what's unseen
For all you have to fear is all that have been
I tell you now out of love, love not that which is livid
For all you have to fear is fear itself and those that come from it.

You have ceased your lullaby, I didn't realise that
Now restless like a church hooker you will soon take leave
Alas, even the sweetest voice way be sung hoarse
Even the daintiest of whores will soon start acting coarse
When it gets bright I'll force myself to sleep
Then you may leave, for you have another appointment to keep.

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