Dusk
With musk clouds
Rising from
Closest to paradise I've seen
Lowering the sun
I do with a slab
Falling my angels
I do with a slab
Yet the moon glows on
And another night falls
To you
Rust
Makes me afraid
Maybe we
Could avoid it if doors go down
Lowering the sun
I do with a mad
Falling my angels
I do with a mad
Yet the moon glows on and on
And
I
Make myself
Foolish man
With cords and movement
Lowering the sun
I do with a
Falling my
I do with a slab
Resting in cradles of flesh
Gasping for air
Weaving
Rising and falling
With no rest
Resting in cradles of flesh
Dividing up serpents in tales
We give to this who cries
Divining the child doth
In sailing across heaven's side
We fight to continue
Fight in vain
Resting in cradles of flesh
Cold hearts
Ignored in the union
Of a husband
Of a bride
Great is the canyon
Ever growing
Ever glowing
With pride
Yet love holds fast
Cold shoulders
Ignored in the union
Of a groom
Of a bride