Occident

mercy me, the night is long

take my pen to write you this song

Lord, is it harder to carry on

when i know when you are done

all my life, i've felt as though

i'm inside a beautiful

memory replaying with the sound turned down low

long life, show your face

slow heart, curb your taste

come smoke me out of my hiding place

long life, state your case

what in the world are we waiting for?

building glowing cities 'long the shore

where the wind batters, invading my kin

like a matador

so much value placed upon

what lies just beyond our plans

waving my handkerchief

running along to the edge of the sand

long life, speak your name

i'm so tired of the guessing game

but something is moving just out of frame

long life, brace and aim

reaching slowly 'cross the sea

one mast, flash like the stinger of a bee

to take you away; a swarming fleet

is gonna take you from me

the universe is getting loose

sudden spread from some leaden disuse

rushing unhinged towards diminishing lights

like a headless caboose

i'll wait for you alongside the ocean

and make do with my moleskine

but then, long life, will you let me in?

and then, slow heart, are you gonna know him?

long life, speak your name

awa(it/ke) while i bequiet the wave

and when i die, may i relate

and then, slow heart, congregate

to leave your home and your family

for some distortional property

well darling, i can't go (and darling, i can't go)

but you may stay here with me