Kayo Dot - The Wait Of The World Lyrics
Blood circulates slowly through unhurried and thoughtful veinsHe sat in his body and wondered how the sweetest of his strainsCould ever lay a bow to the violin before himEnded is the passing at the silent, secret gateWhere the temple universal stole away in sublimationThe garden was like brilliance unto the blindman without measureEntranced by the advent of oblivionHe lay back in his boat, his arms poised toEmbrace the entirety in one embrace and throw open its doorsAnd he died at the gate that will not openThat will not open for the flesh that is weakUnknown and nameless, the lyric of the ghostHaunts the garden and the gate and is happyThe ideal outlasts the flesh that is weakYes, and the well outlasts the drought that is momentaryTrees in the garden that tower and swayRaise up their boughs to whisper and prayA sweet gale swept in, the breath of the poetAnd loosed another seed to fall in the hamletThe eye of Leviathan that fell from the skyTo enchant the lonely, to love and to die