Half-Life Of An Autodidact

(álbum: Ogilala - 2017)

Is love a fool
A brackish goad?
Protected like
A lilac cove
Becomes by the breath of the sun
Denuded and diffused
Again

And while the winds, so sired, so subsumed
Forbade his day by rule
To ever lapse into ruin
And regret

Juliet, oh I can't crease
I get tired
I just get tired

Cause Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige
Down to the wires
I just got tired
Along the flame to you
Among the way to you

40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

Richly pink
That steel poem flam
A flint of luck
Miscast my chance
As one
Does after days
A droll dance
Triumph after triumph
Dashed

Words that churned passed fire and the moon
The stranger crossed my view
Making good on their promise and our youth

Purity, please, oh I can't preach
I get tired
I just get tired

Cause Fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige
Down to the wires
I just got tired

Along the flame to you
Among the way to you
Along the flame to you
I'm on the way to you

40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

Along the flail to you
Among the way to you
Along the flail to you
I'm on the way to you