I think that I remember,
time before;
something more like an old
lover in the sky.
Leaning over to the point of falling
and I know there’s nothing wrong with
letting her take me down.
Where I come from
there is very little precious left.
Going to grey,
stole away,
such a gorgeous theft.
In our absence,
in our logic,
there can be no nothing.
So, I grow a little slow,
with a head for suffering.
Gaining all that I can.
Taking until I’m damned.
HG – 2000-2005
