Let's tear these emblems off for once,
Forget what side we're on.
She's gone foraging for love again,
She always brings back chocolates.

When the air is still and easy,
There's power in your tongue.
I always wanted to know the harp,
But it just came up a mandolin.

Surgical implements
Of rusty, bleeding eras,
I am a little touched
By all the power you are holding.

Don't blow the wick out yet,
Good daughter,
Keep it lit should I come home.
If ever I should find my way
Across this tragic cobblestone.

The pieces fit together,
But something dear is missing.
Semi-circle of fading lights
That's keeping me
On bended knee.

It's time to chase the whispers
From this shrine of graven image.

Harlequin misunderstanding,
Again with the theatrical.
Decaying with the bungalow,
Dying from within.

A prisoner of the little things
That keep your smiles at bay.