A Dot Of Black In The Blue Of Your Bliss

The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor

A dry desert-plain that begs for more

Than mine and yours casual conversation

The brown grassy hills of your wall to wall

The fake ancient war-chest beats in the hall

And the prophetic words in the library all speak of isolation

Always forever but never like this

There's a dot of black in the blue of your bliss

In white pregnant layers of linen clouds

You're hiding deep in their womblike shroud

Each stillborn morning seems extremely loud

Designed to smash your face in

Always forever but never like this

There's a dot of black in the blue of your bliss

The cracked sandy surface of your kitchen floor

A dry desert plain that begs for more, than casual conversation

You're learning to live with his many faces

The rub is he's hard in all the wrong places

Always forever but never like this

There's a dot of black in the blue of your bliss

Yeah, always forever but never like this

There's a dot of black in the blue of your bliss