Frigid Blessings

For all to fall, one last lonely moon light call,
Come here my dear and make me feel small,
I am but a brick in the wall.

Stall as you cross the green summit,
And dream as you wash with the foam,
But for heathens sake, hold your tongue
It won't be my tears on the pillow when this is all done,
So many times we both cried,
You inside me on the out,
Together as partners in colour,
Like the red and blue in a rainbow,
Like a singing angle grinder,
Outside your morning window,

Fall for all, fall for my spell,
When others teach you stories,
Teach the others well,
Feel your society,
Fell those mighty oaks,
Those men of the old enlightenment appear as 'nothing but' Ghosts

Be born...
Be one..
Be Jesus the son,
Be Lucifer the star,
Be more than just someone......