Hidden Hand -

I had a vision in the chapel:

Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple

When the morning came

I was enthralled by your movement

But I was scared, I wrote a letter

To articulate my thoughts a little better

When the time came for speaking my mind

It was gone

The garden’s overgrown!

Is the fact of the matter

And now it’s just a field behind the house

Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake

For a calendar date—

Something you can rely on

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I’m wrong

When I was young and not a cynic

I felt a gravity beyond the city limits

Out in the violent heart

I couldn’t start to explain it

But all my lovers turn to friends

And I’m in London singing 'If It Be Your Will' again

When the time came for speaking my mind

It was gone

The garden’s overgrown!

Is the fact of the matter

And now it’s just a field behind the house

Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake

For a calendar date—

Something you can rely on

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I’m wrong

I miss my childhood house where my heart slowed down

I could take control of myself there

Since our childhood homes are apartments, though

I’ve been finding I don’t feel it the same way, now

The garden’s overgrown!

Is the fact of the matter

And now it’s just a field behind the house

Where the creepers kinda swallow the light

Where you wait for a talking snake

For a calendar date—

Something you can rely on

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I’m wrong