Without Mythologies Lyrics

Without Mythologies lyrics

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy
slush,
contrasting with the hoarfrost,
clean and hung on a tunnel of
silent shivering trees
(the ones you said you'd like to be),
and the
birds that screamed at the sun
now buried deep down below the
ground,
beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
I
know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall,
determined not
to turn around.
I didn't see you standing,
still that statue that I
molded in my mind to kiss,
so beautiful you'll never move
again.
Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with chipped
plates,
with bad light,
in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room
floor,
you said "True meaning would be dying with you",
and
though I wanted to, I did not smile.
But now I will give up on this wall
that we have fought with,
never uncover meaning behind our rich words.
If
I could I would make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with
rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run
away
without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with pain.
A harsh
wind.