Laughing At The Past Lyrics

I fell into a rage

At the light beam's dance of dust

I built myself a robin

But its red breast turned to rust

What's the sense in wondering

When nothing ever happens 'til it does

Laughing at the past

While the future laughs at us

What have I to thank

For this unrelenting birth

And its constantly revealing

What I do best is makes things worse

First chill then sudden stupor

Of the present's timely thrust

Breaking with the past

While the future breaks with us

Dissolved state

Wake

Dreaming

The pain body

Same fears

Nature's soul throbbing

Old waif

Wailing the

Corybanter

Still raging

Tearing his grays

Fall out and point the way

Where somebody waits for me

So somebody wait for me

Aye I

Set course for Beulah's wake

Where somebody waits for me

So somebody wait for me

Counting down daze

Come grace their bated gaze

Where somebody waits for me

So somebody wait for me

Somebody wait for me

Aye, I melt into grace

In the siren's wax-filled rut

And it mellowed like a bellow

All the yellow in my gut

The end of echo's wandering

Where light waits blanketed by dust

Longing for the past

While the future longs for us