Correspondences

Tea Party

hope springs to life

charmed by approaching listlessness

hands reaching out

to grasp the open emptiness



leading me down...



and this goodbye

faced with hope and countenance

souls slip away

to bask in glowing radiance



leading me down...



as we run from the sun

and we harbour the lies

and we leave things undone

as we cover our eyes



does it tear you apart my love

does it tear you apart my love

it tears me apart



charmed by this light

this sombre guidance in her eyes

rage would entice

and final moments would arise



leading me down...



does it tear you apart my love

does it tear you apart my love

it tears me apart