I see his eyes moving away from me
Oh no, is this another albatross?
He knows he holds dominion over me
But what I gain is worth the cost
We share the cold embrace of causes
I wonder if I've seen him somewhere else before
And as I wonder at his ancestry
I miss the meeting at the door
And in the temple of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and I see glory
But what I hear is 'be afraid'
So from the font of every moment
Until the heat of day is deepening
I watch the clock as it turns backwards
I see the water run uphill
And in the temple of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and I see glory
But what I hear is 'be afraid'
And in the temple of the story
I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
I read his lips and I see glory
But what I hear is 'be afraid'