I made you the pedestal But you fitted on just fine You courted my imaginings But the illusions were all mine Some honest time has passed by now In my pity, I still wallow No blame, because you said to me I’ve nowt but hidden shallows
It’s close now, the vibrations deepen. The timpani drums beat their final refrain. The sky cracks; hot, white lines of accusation. Let it break, so I can breathe again.