The Briar Fields: The Beauty of a Sinking Ship

The Beauty of a Sinking Ship


The cold taste of metal seems to linger in me
As metropolitan ghosts whistle by
The awnings are weeping, but the fire burns bright
And the stars flee deep in the sky
Through this sense of something senseless, I somehow crack a smile
Though my feet are torn from bottles – I’ll walk the war worn mile for you
Yes, for you…
Yes, for you

I’ve grown tired of choking on the cancer of shame
Sitting on the ramparts of the gate
So milky and silken... distant yet divine
Oh, your eyes… I could never forsake
Feeling lost and sweetly dying in the desert of your mouth
Feels like maggots in my belly, but please don’t cut it out – they’re for you
All for you…

I follow you, lost in desire
I follow you and learn to admire
The beauty of a sinking ship
The beauty of a sinking ship…

Squirming out of marshes in the alleyways of teeth
Smiling like a cat in a fish bowl
Gaia is bare and bleeding in the shadow of the moon
Uncoiling the spring of each soul
But all these little fears, so nearsighted by our years
Only devils would dare assume the plan
Still, I can’t submit to logic, and let you perish in the flame
With all the magic and sprit of the land
Down the ash-clothed trails of tank tracks, I chase the yesterdays
With a book of old pressed flowers
I recite a wordless praise – girl of you
Yes, of you…

I follow you, lost in desire
I follow you and learn to admire
The beauty of a sinking ship
The beauty of a sinking ship…

The cold taste of metal seems to linger in me
As metropolitan ghosts whistle by
The awnings are weeping but the fire burns bright
And the stars flee deep in the sky
Through this sense of something senseless, I somehow crack a smile
Though my feet are torn from bottles – I’ll walk the war worn mile for you
Yes, for you…
Yes, for you