Back behind the iron bell
strangers come to scratch their names
near a crease in the ceiling
Autumn fades them in a spell
Sands them down
but don't you want to meet them half-way?
Confusion breeds into the cells
neuro-catacombs that fade away the memory
it may be too soon to tell
where they've gone
but it might come back again
Someone tossed a pig into the well
A soldier came and left his hat on the steps before it
Back behind the iron bell
wear the signal fades
And then, the clock arms spin
and then propel us thru a mist
a whisper sleeps between the
lonely gorge b'tween hearts tangled in a shell
Wintering in the warmth of their quarantine
And my words tumbled and fell
straight thru the cracks
I wished them back to me
Don't worry
You're lost as well
with nothing new to tell me
I'm laying down the to bridge the way
Truth for a truth/see if you can tell
I've scratched a message across my eyes
Come thread its meaning/thru the souls pitch
as sung in hell
as the wilting flowers turn grey
Isolation booths
two to a cell
With coded knocks
And static caulked
between the feeling
We'll speak in tongues thru a veil
and wonder if there's anyone listening
Ah, the emptiness, it suit you well
the more you see
the less you know
to say, in a way
or so to speak
speak to complicate
as the signal fades