ButHomeIsNowhere

Twenty six years and seems like I've just begun

To understand my my intimate is no one

When the director sold the show who bought its last rites

They cut the cast the music and the lights

This is my line this is eternal

How did I ever end up here

Discarnate preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature so unnatural

I remain alone

Twenty six years end still speaking in these tongues

Such revelations while understood by no one

When the new actor stole the show who questioned his grace

Please clear this house of ill acquired taste

This is my line this is eternal

How did I ever end up here

Discarnate preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature so unnatural

I remain alone

Give me something give me something

Give me something give me something

Give me something give me something real

I lay strewn across the floor can't solve this puzzle

Everyday another small piece can't be found

I lay strewn across the floor pieced up in sorrow

The pieces are lost these pieces don't fit

This is my line this is eternal

How did I ever end up here

Discarnate preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature so unnatural

I remain alone

This is my line this is eternal

How did I end up here

Discarnate preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature so unnatural

I remain alone

We held hands on the last night on earth

Our mouths filled with dust

We kissed under the trees

And in the fields

Screaming like dogs

Bleeding dark into leaves

It was empty on the edge of town

But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river

So we walk through the waste

Where the road curved into the sea

And the shattered seasons lay

And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease

In our cancer of passion you said