Faded Flowers

This is the sound of poisons, the sickness no one knows
No one is crying for us this time
Our shapes are blurring under miracles of snow
Weave a circle round him three times
You have to plan your moves at these times
Our hearts are breaking, one more song to go

These eyes are blind, this is a pure thing
These hands I kiss, tragic as anything
These eyes are blind, this is a pure thing
All splash and hiss, beyond my memory

Only the anacrusis, the main event remains
Shameful and naked, out there, in the
Great cold outdoors we have to learn these things again
Bathed in this incandescent glow
The leap to something---I don't know
There is no doubt upon us when the greasymen come back again

These eyes are blind, this is a pure thing
These hands I kiss, tragic as anything
These eyes are blind, this is a pure thing
All splash and hiss, beyond my measuring
These fading flowers, precious as memory
A veil of cloud, correct as energy
We had some good machines but they don't work no more
I loved you once, don't love you anymore