The Mad Flight - Manifest Anapest Lyrics
Well baby let’s beginTo strike the set of every evidenceAnd cut the thread that held you thereAnd so, suspended in the airGod! Damocles! This drop refused to drip!So fold it into your plansAnd hold it inside your handsAnd leaveA pillow on the bedEach morning stealthily preparesThis absence and the sheer affront of itAnd drink, O drink another bitO did you think I’d suffer this,Who can’t afford to buy your prophecy?So fold it into your plansAnd hold it inside your handsAnd soon slipped into nightBut whose lips will you biteTonight?And so you say this is the endWell baby baby let’s pretendThat you were ever mine to start withAnd with an easy backward trace,In an amnesiac embrace,Would you were here, O would what we were where