I pray under the light of tinted glass,
Scan telescoped horizons for your mast
With gulls on the shores of all my lunatic chores
Calling, "hurry up"
Wary as complacency makes passes,
Amorous in your absence
It's late, my lover, should i let it go
Or wait for you to show?
Could offerings to crumbling shrines persuade?
I blow a kiss to Erato, she turns the other way
While crows on the wires stalk my carrion mind,
Calling "hurry up"
Feeble as my apathy advances,
Amorous in your absence
It's late, my lover, should i let it go
Or wait for you to show?
Now I'm hollow;
Breath, expression,
Pressure and shadow
Unglued as i wait for your cue
Lark on the wind, do you have nothing to sing?
Come on, hurry up
Even as the irony enhances
I'm amorous in your absence
It's late, my lover, should i let it go
Or wait for you in my anxious hope?