Syracuse - Geno Samuel

Summer glistens off your shoulder

Can’t wait any longer, dreaming of a lover

It’s too late;

nobody at the gate

Fire lurking round the place, looking for souls to take

Different seasons, seeking shelter

From the storm, coming in from the firelight

Waning memories, homeless wandering

In the city, hiding away from the bright night

Coldest mornings, banish all the hate we have

Before the dawning of a new day, gets in our way

Falling over, broken shadows

Hiding from the situation, thoughts you shouldn’t say

Follow me to the ends of time, you’ll be fine, it’s just a matter of crime

Calling forth this history, we will live in infamy

Syracuse this fantasy, bring me back, to reality

Carry me over to density, hold my hand and you will see

Dying hunger, far beyond your wildest dreams

Crazy faces, shapes tearing at the seams

Darkness rising, high above our expectations

Of what we know, don’t elevate our generation

Follow me to the ends of time, you’ll be fine, it’s just a matter of crime

Calling forth this history, we will live in infamy

Syracuse this fantasy, bring me back, to reality

Carry me over to density, hold my hand and you will see

Smooth sailing from horizon, new ways to keep my mind off the hunger

Mistaking my desires, take away my sunny liars

Making good time all the way, gonna be sundown when we reach the bay

Fortify my defenses, I got no other secret senses to keep me company

(Fly away, far away, far from, all we know, don’t be late, it’s just one way)

Catch a sliver of hope, it’s a new day;

all out of soap;

opera

Soon be thy moment of truth, full marks, you amateur sleuth;

Bogart

Take it easy, soon enough, you’re time will come and you will follow

Many perished souls who follow, one ole' single crimson way

Follow me to the ends of time, you’ll be fine, it’s a matter of crime

Calling forth this history, we will live in infamy

Syracuse this fantasy, bring me back, to reality

Carry me over to density, hold…

Looks like you’re all out of luck, check your pockets;

you’re missing a buck

Better take better care of yourself;

you don’t be careful, you may need some

help

You’re not alone in this time of sorrow, ask for pleas and will beg to borrow

Run yourself with a bow and arrow, shoot through the heart;

there will be no

tomorrow

(Down memory lane, it’s always the same)