Chronophrenia Lyrics

Then there was a bump in the night

Then there was a bump in the day

Then there was a crash—I was needed—

Then what could I do? What could I say?

Then a jet growled in the heavens

A loudspeaker pitted into a rumble

Across the waves were more waves

And blackening foam in an angry tumble

Can I speak of the woman?

No, not yet

Can I speak about the town?

Don't get specific

Do metaphors elide biography?

Maybe, I guess

Can words sanitize a tragedy?

Let's hope they do, yes

Then there was a depth to things

And I was in it

Then I was out of all things

And they said I was missing

Then there was a bump in the night

Then there was a bump in the day

I tumbled off an inimitable storm

And rolled downhill to the bay

Can I speak of the woman?

No, not yet

Can I speak about the town?

Don't get specific

Do metaphors elide biography?

Maybe, I guess

Can words sanitize a tragedy?

Let's hope they do, yes

Then my back blacked on the handle

Of the captain's cabin

Then utilities, then furniture

Then a stepdad's habits

Then some space and some words

And some silences to regret

Then a crimson papasan

And a silver jetliner heading west

Then another, then another

Then another, then another

Then another, then another

Then another, then another

Can I speak of the woman?

No, not yet

Can I speak about the town?

Don't get specific

Do metaphors elide biography?

Maybe, I guess

Can words sanitize a tragedy?

Let's hope they do, yes