Invention

Playing with the words

Borrowed darkness from a blackbird's call

Borrowed the time, but once the words escape

The shakes come knocking at my door with haste

Working at your head

In the study with the lead pipe red

A game of thrones and everything is feeling great

The counterpoint to our mistakes

Everything sounds candy

Rivers in my ears, its madness

I've invented a new sadness

Teasing with our hands

Reaching blind behind a cellar door

Knowing that just across the other side it ends

We'll just have to try our luck again

Stepping on phrases

Making love on the lines of pages

All my friends with guns and golden bandoleers

Are wondering what they're doing here

Everything sounds candy

Rivers in my ears, its madness

I've invented a new sadness