Monday, September 30, 2013

The lonely night









here come the lonely night
 I can’t escape my mind from a broken bough
 fall into finite space 
with the roof torn down 
this house is an empty place









so tired of wandering around 
and starting over 
no garden grows here 
now just the one leaf clover 
and when the windows shuttered










it’s always dark inside 
sometimes the pain is absurd 
still it’s what fate decides 
thought i saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier 
I used to cry like a clown and now I’m older 









here come the lonely night 
can’t escape my mind 
and the grinding wheel turns 
and the heavens burn 
as the pilot ignites 
is a lesson learned 
a sullen look of concern 
it might make you sad like the fluttering bird in a dream you had 








here come the lonely night 
I can’t escape my mind 
I saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier once 
I cried like a clown 










now I’m older 
here come the lonely night 
can’t escape my mind 

Moby





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