Brutal Romance - Brooke Fraser

All shapes and colours

Rolled and stained in aging hands

Sculpted explosions

Histories unfold

Our Jackson Pollocked earth turns

A silent witness

Lonely as silent

Poets bequeath best attempts

Romanticising

The brutality

Of the ages and of us

Avarice and lust

Love and death, and death and love

Brutal romance

The silver thread, the sharpened knife

A spinning slow-dance

I can’t remember before

Warmth in the veins, lead in the core

Brutal romance

You’re dripping with gold

Mine is more interior

Yours is sinking you

Men at attention

Devouring a drowning fleet

Epaulettes of charm

Love and death, and death and love

Brutal romance

A silver thread, a sharpened knife

In a spinning slow-dance

I can’t remember before

Breath in the lungs, blood on the door

Brutal romance

And I want to sing

Over them and into them

What can’t be unsung

And I want to sing

Over you and into you

What can’t be unsung

Love and death, and death and love

Brutal romance

A silver thread, a sharpened knife

A spinning slow-dance

I can’t remember before

Washing of wounds, won inner wars

Brutal romance