Splendour - Communions

When fountains spring

Soak her in

With what you see

And what you say

And what you dream

Adorn despair

Happily lost

‘Cause you long to drop a dime into the depths

Of her wishing well

'Til your blood runs cold

Slightly ill with heightened sensibility

One with the mire

Your soul’s on fire

But you won’t sigh

And you won’t care

And you won’t cry

Behold her splendour

Her splendour

Every night

The more that people swarm

Around her face

The less her eyes resemble anyone

But you might feel

Chosen from

A crowd of lovers waiting at her door

Every night

For a chance to play

The game that’ll have them leaping in the grave

With emotions purged

And no sense of self

Spoken by a language not their own

Behold her splendour

Her splendour

Every night

You’re crushed under the weight

Of bubbling scum

And forms of things unknown

That flourish and fade

With hesitating lights

From distant planets

That’ll swallow you

And spit you out

Cupid’s slings

Have gone and made you blind

And wilfully oblivious

To the lurking pain behind each

Exquisite frame

You’re crushed under the weight

Of bubbling scum

And forms of things unknown

That flourish and fade

With hesitating lights

From distant planets

That’ll swallow you

Splendour

Her splendour