Thawing Dawn - A. Savage

No one knows you quite the way that I do

No one knows me, not especially you

Find the river and deliver my remains to it soon

This I request of you

Said a person that I knew from my sleep

«Savage, I’m free, but I ain’t cheap

The thing you wake with has a function, either beat it or bleed»

What could I say to them

Man on fire, and he’s heading for truth

Watched him burning as I sat on the stoop

A couple seconds felt like hours 'til I finally moved

To beat the flames from him

Most religion is as far from faith

As the sun is from the shadows it shapes

Well I can hardly say for certain if I’m trapped or escaped

When I’m away from you

When the summer draws the bugs in the house

And an acquaintance takes the form of a spouse

I need you wildly, as the bluejay needs a tune it can sing

Into the afternoon

Like a mother she reminds

With the ashes on her head

Dancing drunkly to the radio

As she welcomes back the dead

Twenty hours and I’m twelve in the hole

With thoughts of lightning as a beautiful dull

Across the island they are floating slow in luminous balls

Inviting me to cross

Started drinking to meet strangers and folks

Who’d listen to me, who’d nod when I spoke, but

These days when I’m thirsty I don’t mind staying home

Drinking away the blues

Started smoking to keep up with my friends

I learned to love the feeling when I’m breathing it in

But I’m a lonely lighthouse shining by the sea on a cliff

Dragging in solitude

Of all the pieces I’ve combined

Still the cruelest mixture yet

Is the softness of a thawing dawn

And the hardness of regret