The Wanderer
Kid A
"heaven's blossom"
I took a rose from the garden
turned it till it was stuck inside me
spinning thru my veins, etches of pain
that crimson burst, opening up in ways...
that only a light can shine
you can only sense it---in your darkest ways
it burns the hope in God,
like a martyr in the sun
but my heart was big
and my eyes were crystal
as the sun reclaims her skin
and the moon folds up into the stars
and we are somewhere
in the hum of the satellites
or in a warm breath of dawn
as I fall in the night,
I remain entangled in the rose
that island of light,
and I swim... in heaven's blossom
-for Amanda
---------
like the heat needs the sun
like honey on her tongue...
I took a rose from the garden
turned it till it was stuck inside me
spinning thru my veins, etches of pain
that crimson burst, opening up in ways...
that only a light can shine
you can only sense it---in your darkest ways
it burns the hope in God,
like a martyr in the sun
but my heart was big
and my eyes were crystal
as the sun reclaims her skin
and the moon folds up into the stars
and we are somewhere
in the hum of the satellites
or in a warm breath of dawn
as I fall in the night,
I remain entangled in the rose
that island of light,
and I swim... in heaven's blossom
-for Amanda
---------
like the heat needs the sun
like honey on her tongue...