A Single Thrown Grenade - The Indelicates

I will strip away all my associations

I will only mean the things I choose to say

I will hear no dissent, hear no negotiations

No bleats of fear to calm my thoughts astray

No paradoxes, puzzles or reflections

The things of time shall cease to concern us

I’ll be a single falling star into a lake so still

That the ripples will be perfect on the surface

The ripples will be perfect on the surface

I will know for certain if he’s up there

And I will know for certain if he’s not

Either will be balm for this aching

For all the things I want and haven’t got

I’ll know the scorching hearts of our evil

Don’t know the simple nature of my fear

I’ll be a single thrown grenade into air so still

That the shock-wave forms a perfect sphere

The shock-wave forms a perfect sphere

The sun burning over California

The predictable beauty of a flame

The thrill of your fingers in the evening

The glory that I witness in your name

I don’t want to wake up tomorrow

And I don’t want to get old

I will kiss you as the walls come tumbling down

And the sheep sit bleating at the fold

The sheep sit bleating at the fold