Haligh, Love by Samson McLuchin

tell me what you want to know.
I have just one question:
did I go too slow?
you mock the hours; chastise the cowards
who always end up all alone.
common sense is my pretence, the ignorance of love.
a never-knowing confidence, the spineless twist of blood.
yeah, this stone heart you’ve torn apart sinks to the soil and silt;
coincidence incensed the part of me that feels no guilt.
and I loved you, maybe I always will…
and then there’s nothing I can do to rid me off you.
a brief romance, taking a chance to throw coins down the well.
if you wanted more – right on the floor! – then you would never tell.
What was I supposed to think when screaming clocks just blink?
telling the time from this warped watch: a nod and a wink.
complete the move, complete the square, complete this final dare.
Ivory tusks can never rust. the useless thrust of lust
you see before you pouring out of every single pore.
sip it up in a cup and tell me you need more.
was it a test and am I then blessed?
if it was I’m sure I failed.
perfect harmony to coalesce now all my charms have paled.
sing hallelujah, sing haligh, sing for nothing, sing to the skies.
sing hallelujah to the kings; this court is never full.
he who dares…he always wins and that’s why I’m the fool.
I hope you get your dreams, I hope you see most marvellous scenes.
even though they’re not for me, see you on silver screens.
so there you are: you’ve made it big and everyone loves you.
I really, truly hope you’re happy. oh, honestly I do.
that’s not to say that I don’t hope you rot from every choice you made.
but for now I’ll take me seat and watch this ego parade.
staring up at you on stage, perform an act for me.
you always were a good actress, weren’t you?
I knew that everyone else would see.
cursed with green envy. haligh, the white lights of the stage come down
and light up you. you lit up me but now you’re gone and I can’t see.
sing hallelujah, sing haligh, sing for nothing, sing to the skies.
haligh, haligh, my love. haligh, haligh.
haligh is not enough to conquer winter skies.
haligh, haligh, my love. haligh, haligh…
haligh is not enough to save us when we die.
haligh is not enough to cure us when we cry.
haligh is not enough to break free from the sky.
haligh is not enough. you think it is? do I?
haligh is never enough. haligh, haligh, haligh…
haligh is not enough to conquer winter skies.