Thursday Night

South FM

Here,

have a Seat,

wash your hands,

rest your feet,

it might be some time before we meet again



Remember me and all that I've Said

and all that I've Done,

cause all that you have is still irrelevant

When relevant to this world



And the dog bites, when the bee stings:

a conundrum to separate,

talk in circles, walk in circles,

there is no way to separate



One of you here seems a bit distracted,

whispers in the background,

walks behind the roses,

betrays me with a kiss



Drink,

take,

and then calm yourself,

nothing can be done to change this course of action



And the Dog bites, when the bee stings:

a conundrum to separate

Talk in circles, walk in circles,

there is no way to separate



And here they come across the fields

to take me to my precious Pilate,

directing me to destiny...

and I am not afraid



But in three days, I will walk behind the sun

Just beyond sleep, I will wake in more ways than...

one...

more prayer before I go,

one last kiss to ease your mind



And the dog bites, when the bee stings:

a conundrum to separate

talk in circles, walk in circles,

there is no way to separate



And in winter, lies the secret:

a conundrum to separate

when in summer lies the answers:

there is no way to separate