Occident

歌詞

Mercy me, the night is long. Take my pen, to write you this song. Lord: is it harder to carry on, or to know when you are done? All my life, I've felt as though I'm inside a beautiful memory, replaying with the sound turned down low. Long-life, show your face. Slow-heart, curb your taste. Smoke me out of my hiding place. Long-life, state your case. What in the world are we waiting for-- building glowing cities 'long the shore, where the wind batters in, baiting my kin like a matador? So much value, placed upon what lies just beyond our plans: waving my handkerchief, running along, till the end of the sand. Long-life, speak your name. So tired of the guessing game. But, something is moving, just out-of-frame: Slow-heart, brace and aim. Breaching slowly, 'cross the sea, one mast-- flash, like the stinger of a bee-- to take you away, a swarming fleet is gonna take you from me. The universe is getting loose: sodden spread, from some leaden disuse, rushing, unhinged, towards diminishing lights, like a headless caboose. I'll wait for you, 'longside the ocean, and make do with my no-skin. But then, Long-life, will you let me in? And then, Slow-heart, are you gonna know him? Long-life, speak your name. I wait, while I decry the wait. And when I die, may I relate: Slow heart, congregate. To leave your home, and your family, for some distortion of property? Well, darling, I can't go. But you may stay here, with me.