1990 Lyrics

I will become this fire, this spirit old

I will become kinetic whispered gold

I will try to live on earth without you

Amongst the ash who drift without being told

From these days I see those days

As if they were a girl I wanted

In the back seat with a trusted friend, laughing

Her silk blouse willing to be undone

Off she goes, without a care

Can it be by deft design

That the sun and moon each fill an eye

One to hide our spite with splendor

The other bathes our loss in languid tender

Despite each filter, half blind, we strive

From these days I see those days

As if they were a girl I wanted

More from life than a summer's day

In the back seat with a trusted friend, laughing

Insurrection

Her silk blouse willing to be undone

Off she goes, without a care

Between us hang a thousand glances

Yours opaque and mine reflective

I have gathered the weary and the wayward

Into a stoic half-spent lament

My slow-winged, wistful heralds