late at night when grey falls
the hours, they seem so long.
all rooms turn to just walls.
no room for the thought of dawn.
i hear you say ‘don’t take that.
sharp edges will soon be gone.
hands behind closed eyes they
reach out but I don’t wanna hold on.
lists of truth in my head
written in no words no signs.
towers high, piling up
in my head the questions why.
marching straight, endlessly
armies of time soldiers go by.
all clocks still, darkness falls
i wait for time to go by.
I passed this up awhile back, I guess I was just looking for something else at the time. Having circled back into my wish list I gave it a third and final free spin, and lo and behold it fit the mood perfectly.
Kraut-flavored frenetic goth punk is what this is. Kinda like a dirty Blondie, if you will. Good stuff. Lute FP