Simon said use simple words to summarise the
game planI said simple, Simon, but suppose that I’m a
changed man?
He said, nonsense, besides I don’t believe that phrase and
I’ve told you before that you remind me of a strained
damOr a
stage hand, but please just let me handle the
propsAs you might know what you’re doing but you panic a lot
And as always we need anything but for the standard to drop
You get nervous then you’ll sweat, then you’ll damage the
lockAnd damn it I’m not saying that I’m the be all and end all
But I’ve got
steady hands that are needed for the send off
Simon said please light the match then
run for the hillsWatch as the light gains weight and the summer stays still
But what Simon didn’t say was that this
slumber was real
And the only dreams that I’ve had, a hunger would steal
I said to Simon how the air always felt so dead in my
flatLethargic on the bed in the back, another pedant in black
Singing words to sever the facts, too much pressure to act
With a
wry smile stuck to my teeth with a
president’s tact
Testing the facts and re-arranging words until the plan fits
Breathing second hand smoke until nobody could stand it
Watching as my hands split the work, Simons gaze stalled
Cut the
dead weight in the room, preparing for a great fall
A vision who straight talks, with
precision and plate thoughts
Let the whole world see how this pigeon’s a hawk
I said to Simon that I thought that the
matches were damp
And that the
sulphur kept aggravating a scratch on my hand
This passion was planned, and every night light stalked me
My own work guided me, but another’s hands caught me
Simon said the trick was always to make it seem an
accident To keep pushing at the ground until you feel your
traction slip
To
fly your flag without attaching it to any form of significance
To keep your eye on the horizon, for that’s where the mission is
How this prism tips the balance from haunting to a rose garden
How the roads here all seem to want to show a slow
pardonWatch a ghost closing in, suddenly Simon’s words seem shallow
Watch the water wrap your ankles, cast belief in as you
paddleA
thief is just a shadow as the light still builds to blinding
Finding spots to hide in trying to live the life assigned him
Simon said to let them know that we were
coming to townOnce the locks broken they’ll hear how
punishment sounds
Salvation is just one click away with a gun in your mouth
And that the moon won’t rise with the sun on the ground
Myself and Simon walked slowly with the
wind at our backs
Carrying the sorts of people that our sins would attract
Still we
binged on the
fat of the land, watch as the sky falls
Ready to give back all the earth that’s left to the shy sorts
My minds curt and
whispers words about opening a box
But once it's opened there is no hoping it’ll stop
So we walked
mountain ranges, the world in our scope
Watching hands reach heavenward, absurd in their hope
We were a serpent that showed its hand in the garden before
And man showed once again that he shouldn’t have started a war
So me and Simon walked home across this
blitzed ground
Knowing full well that we shouldn’t have let the gift out
But the grits ground down and we can build from the
dirt upAnd wash our new found
sins in the water that it stirs up.