Somewhere ‘neath these cardboard bindings   There’s a room that’s lined with notes   With photographs of cities that the camera’s never seen   And there’s a couple books I read to you   When night-time grants me dreams      Floor burned black wi’ petrol blazes, scorched and cracking   Dead eyes gazin’ out o’ concrete   All things rise and fall   And here with you, and all the things once set me shakin’   Well, they’re nothing much at all      I remember tasting you beside the water in the spring   I remember you sat listening   To a couple verses written   For to make sense of this screechin’ hind my eyes   And yeah the clouds tore themselves free   O’ that vast blue stretched endlessly   Those whispers bleeding overhead   And so we danced wi’ heaven shakign   Twilight swelling, moonlight breaking   From the wounds winding like vipers in the sky   Let this be all I ever see   Let blindness swallow me, let time devour me      There’s a message from some fella someplace just outside of where we’ve ended up   Or where we’re stopping off   Talkin’ bout voices they are currency, and his worth more than most   An yeah I kept his words for sometime I might need a line to make sense of a thought   A state o’ mind that I been trailing   It’s a G-flat exorcism, it’s an off-key detuned cleansing, it’s a farewell to the   ghosts      I remember cell-door steel and red-raw lashes cross the wrists   And jacket-pockets fulla sedatives   And her voice as rowboat waitin’   Led me back across the Acheron   And held me by that furnace on the shore   And I recall apologies stacked up in threes, anticipating   Some new sorrow, some disgrace   Another four, five days a weepin’   ‘Tween the sheets an never sleepin’   Pleadin’, “Help me, I can’t do this any more”   And I don’t do it any more   No, something heard me, something pitied me and cleansed me      There’s a woman used to wander ‘long the train tracks   Whispering to lovers long since lost to history, to memory   As distant as the faces she can’t recognise in photographs   Still hanging down on strings across her chest   Times I see her in my dreams, cursing wildly at Prometheus   Says “Give me back my blindness, and my ignorance   An let my lost naivety crawl ‘tween my legs an enter me   An let me taste my youth wi every breath   Let the night solidify ‘till everything is concrete black   And I’ll be eulogised in prose   And I’ll be half-heard myth   And tale passed down as hymnal   And these tracks as blessed shrines   For all those eyes all grey with nothingness”