I knew what was right
When I saw it
I saw what was right
So I did it
I did what I did
And I meant it
I saw what was right
So I did it
I knew what was right
When I saw it
I saw what was right
So I did it
I did what I did
And I meant it
I saw what was right
So I did it
the sky is burning
I hold your hand
my heart is breaking
I hold your hand
no matter the time
no matter the world
I will be holding your hand
no matter the time
no matter the world
I will be holding your hand
my heart is breaking
I hold your hand
a candle for the year
a candle flame to ward away the fear
a candle in my hand to hold, as I hold you dear
a candle for the year
The secret of the longlasted love is known
in its fiery potential
by the young and the breathless and sweet
I could warn you of its future
but perhaps
you would not believe me
The secret of the longlasted love is known
in the mid age
in the touch and go and stay
I could write you a letter or some lines
but perhaps
you would not want to read me
The secret of the longlasted love is known
only to the old
when the memories and razored caresses have scarred
I could tell you the history of it
but perhaps
you would remember
how everything was different
I fell in love with a Halloween pumpkin;
its candle-like soul shone out through its eyes.
I stayed in love with my Halloween pumpkin;
although its head started to shrivel and dry.
I fell out of love with the Halloween pumpkin;
I had a new pal and his name was Guy.
But
I went back to my Halloween pumpkin;
because I can’t bear to see a grown squash cry.
branches bend and let leaves fly
the odour of ice plaited through easterly wind
hearts accelerate, pushing thin blood
the destination, yes, but also the journey
the story writes itself
and we only find
out what it is with
a bang a jump a shudder
the story can never stop writing
the four are fab
a river the width of a sea
imagine all the tourists
more selfies than observation