Trembling Willows Songtext

von Pure Reason Revolution

The souls of old at the foot of the sycamore
Are you still alone in the trembling willows?
Songs of love & inflamed lips peristyle
Sold Antaeus/darts!

There's Holes above & under foot/pass the universe
Spill the stones on the dissembled killers
Wrongs from love & a tame kiss terror-smile
Bold Antaeus darts!

To the floor/creeping whore/radiant pores/feigned delights/his words entrance & madmen kiss the ground

Full of grace & fear but then your mind it never turned me on/Honest eyes entrapped in waste/no your mind it never spurred me on

Tamed to the floor/by the weakened clones/maldoror/change in the light/vague new schemes a true disgrace arises

Lights were on the table leading upward to the scars
The sky unveiled the circles & radiant faces in the stars
Move away divinity; she kissed away the smiles & the various incarnations of the Asiatic sky/ sail...

Please carry away this severed head!
You can't find an illness for this?
Everlasting gaze
This dim penumbra on me

Search the world; I've lost my way
It flows through my prolific veins
Pour out the golden sands & soil
The floods of silver & life's dark ways
Confused/distort the vague breath sways
The wandering spheres/the coral caves
But none exist/I've found the eyes/a lover?
Father save their lost/and the...

The souls of old at the foot of the sycamore
Are you still alone in the trembling willows?
Songs of love & inflamed lips peristyle
Sold Antaeus/darts!

There's Holes above & under foot/pass the universe
Spill the stones on the dissembled killers
Wrongs from love & a tame kiss terror-smile
Bold Antaeus darts!

We filled the world they fled
Now console the ghosts that glimpse at tomorrow
We killed the world they fled
Now console the ghosts that glimpse at tomorrow
Breathe the rhymes for me...

Give them power/upheaval/sinking fists & their ancient designs
Build them towers/primeval/stinking mist & the shadow divine

Rats are running rife beneath the evil sky
Scent the stars alight
Beneath them ease their minds
Rats are running rife...

Warm high/dogs hide/warm shine/mauled eyes