Green
She was a choir of white angels consumed
A sparkling faithless dream
she played the piano, and her story is a secret
he was writing numbers
was sailing across the sea
Another time, an alternative history
They stared into the archetype
A glaring messenger, a memory forsaken
She sat on the roof in the mountains
Beside her lover who was a musician
She lost her mind
I fell asleep listening to Elliot
And praying the madness away
I demanded the truth answer
I sometimes thought I created her
Because of how she dreamed on
television of the world's
silent cancer
I recall when I stood in the falling rain
We were in the city, a bad weather nation
on the brink of the end, I dreamed of running
through fields the Goddess, Cleo
who rules over poisoned ivy dreams
I woke up from a coma on valentine's day
and sang hello between the bars
the ocean's tears shined violently
through my brother's eyes in a broken mirror
a weeping guitar; a singing song
I made love to a concubine red star
I thought of Bush, the band, who lied
I thought of the man
some guy named Jim
was my father even him?
As the waves of euphoria crashed
as I committed to my suicide
against the wall of justice
and they wanted me to forget the past
and I refused to become somehow
the same; categorically insane name
I would save the world again
be a hero to man kind again
but God was sowing a symphony in the sky
too busy to notice as I took flight
and he was going blind
for all the beauty he had seen
and I was a spoiled brat
and I felt the world become clean
I wished I wasnt so obscene.
I wished to be like her, I wished
to be mean, a perfect machine
I wished to be Green.