Up on the third
Floor
There is a place
Where everyone stands
Slain
The lame
Accept everything
The fighting
Nothing at all
They spread thin
Their wings
For the night is short
In the CET
And the way is swift
Make quick
Thy youthful fits
For much desired sights
For ****
As the clouds disperse
For seagulls above sand
Drift in spreading rhyme
Into our dear Lord's Hand
He doth not say that the right is wrong
Nor the choice you carry is attuned in song
We can laugh and yet we dually can cry
Make the life you carry
Never weigh you down to cry "FIE"
And as the wine is poured and your lover
Nods their head, clearly wanting more
Take no advice from the man coated
In ill suited grey and obvious vice
Your train will call for you
So all is fine
But until you meet that one
Who you know by sight
Who lets everything roll by
Like the deep faded night
You'll be rolling back and forth in your sleep
Wondering whose soul
You'll wake in the morning to keep
There is a riddle for every nickel
And there is a clue for every dime
Just make sure you got a friend
Who'll give you the chance
To tell you the time
Near dawn, no, near midnight
There was a hard luck story
That I wanted to stay up to hear
There was a man
There was a woman
A priest lay dead and naked
With a scribbled aged' sermon
His mouth lay laden his soul stirred cold
The memory within me reflected in a blur
And all that stood still
Was all that was to be told
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC
Up on the third
Floor
There is a place
Where everyone stands
Slain
The lame
Accept everything
The fighting
Nothing at all
They spread thin
Their wings
For the night is short
In the CET
And the way is swift
Make quick
Thy youthful fits
For much desired sights
For ****
As the clouds disperse
For seagulls above sand
Drift in spreading rhyme
Into our dear Lord's Hand
He doth not say that the right is wrong
Nor the choice you carry is attuned in song
We can laugh and yet we dually can cry
Make the life you carry
Never weigh you down to cry "FIE"
And as the wine is poured and your lover
Nods their head, clearly wanting more
Take no advice from the man coated
In ill suited grey and obvious vice
Your train will call for you
So all is fine
But until you meet that one
Who you know by sight
Who lets everything roll by
Like the deep faded night
You'll be rolling back and forth in your sleep
Wondering whose soul
You'll wake in the morning to keep
There is a riddle for every nickel
And there is a clue for every dime
Just make sure you got a friend
Who'll give you the chance
To tell you the time
Near dawn, no, near midnight
There was a hard luck story
That I wanted to stay up to hear
There was a man
There was a woman
A priest lay dead and naked
With a scribbled aged' sermon
His mouth lay laden his soul stirred cold
The memory within me reflected in a blur
And all that stood still
Was all that was to be told