Those to Come

Lyrics for Those to Come

Eyeless in the morning sun, you were Pale and mild, a modern girl Taken with thought, still prone to care Making tea in your underwear You went out in the yard to find Something to eat and clear your mind Something bad inside me went away Quaking leaves and broken light Shifting skin, the coming night The bearers of all good things arrive Climb inside us, twist and cry A kiss on your molten eyes Myriad lives like blades of grass Yet to be realised Bow as they pass They are cold Still waiting in the ether to form Feel, kill, propagate only to die They are cold Still waiting in the ether to form Feel, kill, propagate only to die Dissolve Magically, absurdly They'll end Leave Dissipate coldly And strangely return