Thursday
Текст песни Steps Ascending

steps ascend to a loaded gun. the scent of matches hangs in the
air (a lit one flickers out in a hearbeat). we don't want to
see this: a flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet
case, by the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach. let
go. the wolves are closing in. there's no room left to make amends.
do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time
we've wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire of our regrets
all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's
running down the stairs. freeze the frame between the gun shot
and the hole it makes. a spinning bullet waits in the middle.
there's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. you can
try to understand but I'm giving up. the synapse fires, it's
right in time. I'm giving up. this should always stay out of
reach I ran down the stairs and into the garden, put both my
hands into the soil. in the spring, you will bloom, like her
heart, through the blouse, in the back of the ambulance, as it
turned and turned in the streets (just one more turn won't you
come back to me) as it turned on its red lights, you were turning
into red roses but I'm not giving up.