The black of the morning

All shimmery jewels 

From the voice of a fool

Echoes through the halls

Of the building 

He built in her place



He'll shake through the winter

And dream of her mister

The picture he drew her

Resembled her sister

Oh how the wind 

Can pull you in

Or push you away



You'll move like a tiger

Into the thicket

Claws in the dirt

You'll sing like a cricket

Song of the mystery

Song of the system

Song for the guilty

Song for the living

Song for the dead



A comma of silence

Relieves all the violence

You've dragged into bed

With the sheets soaking red

It's a glimmer of light

Through a prism

That's calling a truce



With your beautiful hair

So displayed on the chair

And your head on the arm

And your legs in the air

And the words dancing out

From your lips 

Like a sad ballet



Now move like a tiger

Into the thicket

Claws in the dirt

You'll sing like a cricket

Song of the mystery

Song of the system

Song for the guilty

Song for the living

Song for the dead



You'll move like a tiger

Into the thicket

Claws in the dirt

You'll sing like a cricket

Long for the mystery

Long for the system

Long for the guilty

Long for the living

Move like a tiger

Into the thicket

Claws in the dirt

You'll sing like a cricket

Song for the mystery

Song for the system

Song for the guilty

Song for the living

Song for the dead

Song for the dead

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