Dirge
Elysian Magnetic Fields
The lighthouse shrinks like lace
Twisting shades in velvet breath
Evening wound, sundown grin
Silken sobs, satin screams
Night embrace
As wax and clay paint your face
I behold starving quicksands
As you slip through my hands
Magnetic fields call through
This growing sleep
Where I can't trail you
Where I can't beseech
Would I wait until
The bells of morning
Which reveal
The angels of spring
Slumbering birds
Passing over
Cracking domes
And abandoned homes
But do sleepwalkers know
Where they flow
Is there a smile, somehow
But do we know
From Letras Mania