Night Waves
Echoes of Midnight Reflections
Lyrics
On splintered glass, we creep
Creeping cautiously on shattered glass
And while this town's asleep
During the town's slumber
I am prone to weep in a violet storm
Feeling inclined to weep amidst a violet storm
So lay my wreath as fault
Place my wreath as a symbol of blame
And waste your prose on all
Wasting poetic expression on everything
These nights ain't worth their out
These nights lack value or purpose
On circles alone
In lonely repetitive cycles
Oh my how the mighty smite
Expressing awe at the power of the strong
What smolders, what survives?
What remains after burning, what endures?
To destroy all that needs to turn
To eradicate all that requires transformation
So everything'll turn out right
Expecting a positive outcome by manipulating everything
There I go again
Repeating a pattern of behavior
Come, oh come as doom
Inviting doom to come
As windows to the room
Comparing doom to windows revealing truth
So it's too soon
Timing is premature
We whistle to that tune of Ophelia
Whistling a tune reminiscent of Ophelia
And die until we'll die no more
Choosing to endure suffering until it ceases
There I go, again
Repeating doubts and departure
Casting doubt and then
Casting doubt and then leaving
Leaving home to mend this broken world
Leaving home to repair the broken world
Come (come), oh come as doom
Inviting doom again
As windows to the room
Viewing doom through the windows of the room
So, it's too soon
Timing remains premature
I miss Ophelia
Nostalgically missing Ophelia
Who died until she was no more
Ophelia's demise was final
So there I go
Repeating a cycle of actions
With my pal ol' dread
Accompanied by the familiar feeling of dread
Forbidden cities end
Prohibiting the continuation of certain experiences
And no friends amend
No friends are able to rectify
This debt of air
A debt of air, possibly unfulfilled obligations
Are we null at keel
Are we without direction at sea?
Where mistakes appeal
Where errors hold appeal
And mandrakes stomp their heels
Mandrakes, mythical plants, make noise with their heels
On our circles alone
In lonely repetitive cycles again
There I go
Repeating the cycle once more
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