Paul

Golden kiosk of flax, a white horn Something green in the red blood of your firstborn Silver bowl of water from the highest fork of an elm tree Bring these to me when the moon is flat Go through the doorway Out into the plains Deep into the caverns, deep into the grit So beyond the shifting borders of your mind In the red glow, of the darkroom Low the sea rests, tell me what I'm running from In the water, down in the water, down Something with eyes burning Red turning, searching in the Blackened skull of an elephant On the body of every woman I've loved Every woman I've loved, loved, loved, loved All along dark dreams, a bloody tide is loosening But not from the desert of the east But the ocean is coming Go through the doorway Out into the plains and Deep into the caverns, deep into the grit So beyond the shifting borders of your mind In the red glow, of the darkroom Low the sea rests, tell me what I'm running from In the water, down in the water, down In the red glow, of the darkroom In the red glow, of the darkroom