Spires
Do you know what you have?
Do you hope for more?
Gave all I am, now I'm walking out the door
I can't always wait
Won't read such a fate
The hour is late
Collapsing on a leather lake
Dreaming the couch, sleeping awake
A land of spires
Lonely spires
These are their songs, these are their hymns
Gazing below, to cabs and spiders
The lonely spires, the silent powers
Reaching to the empty sky
Praying for some love to drop by
But still the roads
keep them apart
Still the traffic
rolls on and flows
Even though the lowliest souls
are not the spires, the spires above them
or the spires between them
But the bricks that breathe life
breathe life into leaves
Pale sunsets from urban trees
CHORUS:
The lonely spires, the silent powers
reaching to the empty sky
Praying for some love to drop by
Spinning corks of stale wine
The only one he's held for a while
You know "Bottle of Red," smashed jagged and dead
Holding onto hands of time
Clock records, fast forward ages
Eyes of clouds hear, roof tops echo
Birds and leaves, high in swaying trees rings
"The broken heart tango," he sings
CHORUS
One man's redemption, falls to the traffic,
Starts from the roof, with a man on a ledge,
Finally free, finally flying
Reaching to the empty sky
Praying for some love to drop by
CHORUS
With graffiti tattooed on the waist of a spire
Proclaiming to traffic, exclaiming through wire
last words defeat anger
With wings from his coat
A flying man crying, Mr Love struck Stranger
Thus read his last note:
"How long 'til you see
you're the one for me
Letting you know I'm yours
for longer than eternity"
(PS Kept your dimple in my memory)
But the tattoos of spires
the lonely spires, those silent powers
reaching to the empty sky
Praying for some love to drop by
Stories to be stolen by time
Only praying for love to drop by
Only praying for love to drop by
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