The Harvest

The weight of days on me....

I am done.

The corn is burning under my feet

The words like circles and

I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall

in the deepest void of all

Haven't seen you in weeks

No clouds in the sky to rain me a drop

loving touch I need

and I am killing time by the lake

diving off the cliff, many times

scarring myself, colliding

on the lake bed so dry....

The world's without virginity

And souls have no integrity

The Word of grave old danger -Love,

It's all I'm after, oh

I am done...

The ground's not shaking under my feet

The World's not turning anymore

Wind is a thief, lonelier than me

and it - does - not - want - me - in here...

plant a Flower of Love, care for it, water it,

Lounge in the shade of the stale champagne

Take a look at the flower so fatal, yet beautiful

Showed the Bee where to fly and then let it die

The world's without virginity

The souls have no integrity

The Word of grave old danger -- Love,

It's all I'm after, oh

I am done...

Bring me to recovery

give it to me, I'm after tranquillity

I somehow lost my line of sight

Before I cast the final die...

Once planted plastic grapes,

The harvest of a lifetime,

Real bad wine.

The sum of false virginity

and my lost integrity

The Word of grave old danger -- Love,

For you I'm after, oh

I am done

The world without virginity

A soul with no integrity

The Word of grave old danger -- Love,

Bring me to recovery

give it to me, I'm after tranquillity

I somehow lost my line of sight

Before I cast the final die...

Once planted plastic grapes,

The harvest of a lifetime,

Real bad wine.

The ground is shaking under my feet

The World is turning,

and the wind has a friend in Misery,

but I know - she - only - loves - me...