Ready / Colour Of The Hour / Memories of London

elegant towns
electric towers
branches that don't reach
much farther than the sky
you're a flower
amongst thorns
red chimneys
and the sea

on this horizon
sky changing color by the hour
whiskey, navels and staples
on the window across the way
you'd explode
left alone
in the same
vampires falling in love
at sunset

and out at sea
new ghosts
and old ghosts
dance the waltz
as daybreaks
like water on the sidewalk
outside the bar
where you threw
your life away

time goes
clocks explode into soon
while I get distracted tying shoes
I'm ready
take me
all the ideas and the
and the bad breaks and the fixated dilated dilapidated eyes
yeah, take me.
a millions panels of broken glass
a thousand souls washed away
by their own pasts
I'm ready

lets drive through the hole in the sky

I see your eyes
weary with unrest slackened
heavy with age
but I remember
young energy
feet that were light
claws that cut
and teeth that
sucked the marrow
out of life
a rare treat
to watch your sleep
soft subtle
breaths and
old man snores
never so much
as a peep
of sorrow
strength that
turns the world
world aside
one day we'll see
one day will keep
one day we'll shoot loneliness
fly on bullets
shot through space
with a gun
and meet again
in sleep
where like diamonds
all dreams return