Make War

Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon
or the land between here and the mountains. It is not these hiding places
that have keep us innocent but the way you taught me to just let it all go by.
So we have learned to be as faithless, stand behind the bulletproof glass,
exchanging our affections through a drawer. It was always horribly convenient
and happening too fast. You should count your change before you are even out the door.
Yes, you should but please...
Return, return to the person that you were. And I will do the same because
it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. My compass spins.
The wilderness remains.
Once too often, I have retreated into the depths of my despair.
I built a barricade to block you on the road. But standing there with all of my possessions,
piled higher than a house, I felt closer to you than you ever could have known.
So let these tiny acts of charity become common ground of which to build a monument
to commemorate our time. And though, you say,
youve found another who will surely speed you on your way,
dont let the forest grow over that you came there by. But you will, so...
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And blind him with your kindness.
And he will make war, old war, on who you were before.
And hell claim all that has spoiled your heart.
Well, now, I tell myself Ive mended under these patches of blue sky.
There are still a few holes that let in a little rain. So it is crying on my shingles.
My floorboards moanunder my feet. The refrigerator is whining,
so Ive got reason to complain. But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,
some degrading psalm of praise, like the kind that converted you to me so long ago .
Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town.
You can save face but you wont ever save your soul. And thats a fact.
Hurry up and run to the one that you love. And tie him in you likeness,
And hell become, become the prisoner I was. And know all that has spoiled your heart.