Four months on. A wincing night of lightning and sand. Enter the fearful breath. Unbottled. The Syncopators have vacated their chairs, taking their brass tubes with them, leaving behind an unblown music. Enter the empty chairs. Enter the degenerate music, blown and unblown. Enter the lost property, worn and unworn.
Enter my fearful breath
Gives me away in the cold
Rises upward, t’ward
Boots unwelcome here
And I know where’er
I hide my breath
It will find safe passage
Through plaster
Uncut by glass
Enter my fearful breath
Gives me away in the cold
Rises upward, t’ward
Boots unwelcome here
And I know where’er
I hide my breath
It will find safe passage
Through plaster
Uncut by glass
What might be the effect of lightning striking a train at both ends when it’s travelling to somewhere safe and sound, and what would a watcher see who’s standing on platform three and one who’s sitting in the speeding train, and who’d be right and who’d be wrong, and who’d dare say lightning never strikes in one place twice?
My fearful breath
Gives me away
Rises upward,
T’ward boots
Unwelcome here
And I know where’er
I hide my breath
It will find
Safe passage
Through plaster
Uncut by glass
My fearful breath
Gives me away
What might be the effect
of lightning striking a train
at both ends when it’s travelling
to somewhere safe and sound,
and what would a watcher
see who’s standing on platform three
and one who’s sitting in the speeding
train, and who’d be right
and who’d be wrong,
and who’d dare say lightning
never strikes in one place twice?
Lightning striking
Striking, striking, striking
And who’d be right and who’d
be wrong, and who’d dare say
lightning never strikes
in one place twice?
I see the lightning
My fearful breath
I see the lightning striking
Who’d be right
And who’d be wrong
Fearful breath
Lighting strikes
Twice in one place
Who would dare say?