With the pursuit of superficial beauty
in a vehicle made from dust
Heartbreak by heartbeat
The objectification of lust
Obscure by design
And obtuse in the extreme
This voice of reason
This albumen
Lies in direct avoidance
Of this beating heart
This heart
Who shouts at the stars
shouts with the eyes
Who lets the music run up
run up the spine
Who harbours a grudge
against no one in particular
against the rest of the world
My heart's chambers echo
with a ghost from the past
(or to be a little bit honest)
a ghost with a past
in a vehicle made from dust
Heartbreak by heartbeat
The objectification of lust
Obscure by design
And obtuse in the extreme
This voice of reason
This albumen
Lies in direct avoidance
Of this beating heart
This heart
Who shouts at the stars
shouts with the eyes
Who lets the music run up
run up the spine
Who harbours a grudge
against no one in particular
against the rest of the world
My heart's chambers echo
with a ghost from the past
(or to be a little bit honest)
a ghost with a past
