Take me to a pulsar, the far asylum

Take me to this reminiscent torment

Where the hours are marked solely

By the smiles in the wind

I know that he is there

Plead with him to meet me…

…Meet me on the pulsar,
It's bruises…my frolicking lust -
They go knocking on my dreams
Even when the uninvited nights are vague and velvet
The blinding, the shimmering light of it's beams
Steals me away from my cradle on the landscape

I almost opt to iron my tears
And I'm trapped…you know and remember -
My heartbeats are uneven
They're just like that pulsar, ruined and see-through
Hard to believe in
And they fail to move on as I am forced into a rush

…Oh, how I LOVE!…

The remorseless wait is a drone
And these lips are obscure…they calm when they writhe
With those ounces of caprice
You stowed on their petals
No poisons, no peace
But one philharmonia and a night of unease

It's a trebuchet of ruin
In clandestine space where those hidden traces of the Sun -
My squirming destruction,
The residue of something so real - plant magnolias -
The star-crops of seduction
Where 'just about' hopelessness is never enough

So leave me on this pulsar, the far asylum

Leave me to this reminiscent torment

Where the hours are marked solely

By the cries in the wind

I know that he was here

Once