MY LOVERS GHOST DRANK ALL THE WINE

TEMPERATURE IS GOING DOWN
YOUVE BEEN DEAD NOW,  SINCE I GOT INTO GODS ROW
LONG DISTANCE IN A SHORT WHILE
SMALL SMILE BLIND IN THE SUN
NEED TO EAT A SHEET OF ACID
TRAFFIC IS STOPPING AND THE ROAD IS CLEAR
I WANT TO GO BACK
TO A SMALL CORN FIELD- DISTURBED LOVE
FROM THE NAKED TO THE DRESSED
CORPSE IN MOTION 
WE NEVER GUESS
TIME WE SPEND IN  GLASS JARS
TIME WE KNIT TOGETHER THROWN IN THE CHANCES WE EXHUME
THE DOORS OF WOOD CREAK TO FAME
STONE GREY THE PEOPLE CHEER  

I AWOKE THE DEADLY DREAM 
IT WATCHED IN ANOTHER'S LIFE
MEASURED AND FRAMED IN GILT AND PAIN
REACHING FOR YOU HAND - FEELING THE SKIN ERUPT
AND THE REDDISH DAWN COLOURS THE KIDNAPPED STARE

TODAY DRIVING IN A BORROWED SPEED
CAUGHT IN A WORRIED TRUTH
THE SCENT THAT CARESSED THE BREATH I BREATHE
 AGAIN IN GHOSTLY REFLECTION 
A TUNE IN  FREQUENCY FOUGHT THE SANITY 

WAiTED PROMISE
HYPOCRITIC HIEROGLYPH PREACHING COLLAR  
i see the door open - the words trail outside
its dark
are you there
are you there

ARE YOU