Correspondences - The Tea Party

hope springs to life

charmed by approaching listlessness

hands reaching out

to grasp the open emptiness

leading me down…

and this goodbye

faced with hope and countenance

souls slip away

to bask in glowing radiance

leading me down…

as we run from the sun

and we harbour the lies

and we leave things undone

as we cover our eyes

does it tear you apart my love

does it tear you apart my love

it tears me apart

charmed by this light

this sombre guidance in her eyes

rage would entice

and final moments would arise

leading me down…

does it tear you apart my love

does it tear you apart my love

it tears me apart