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 but I press my shoulder to this wall,

determined not to turn around.

I know I'll 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 bad light,

with chipped plates,

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.