Steps Ascending - Thursday

Steps ascend to a loaded gun

The scent of matches hangs in the air

(a lit one flickers out in a hearbeat)

We don’t want to see this:

A flash of light that’s letting go

Of an empty bullet case

By the time it hits the ground

He’s out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach

The wolves are closing in

There’s no room left to make amends, but

Do you remember when we’d fly that kite so high?

All the time we’ve wasted

Spent fighting

Will burn

In the fire of our regrets

All the time we’ve wasted

Spent fighting

It’s blood

And it’s running down the stairs

Freeze the frame

Between the gun shot and the hole it makes

A spinning bullet hangs in the middle

There’s no way to stop it

It will surely hit the mark

You can try to understand

But I’m giving up

Giving up

Giving up

The synapse fires, it’s right in time

I’m giving up

Giving up

Giving up

This should always stay

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

Out of reach.

(let go, let go.)

The wolves are closing in

There’s no room left to make amends, but

Do you remember when we’d fly that kite so high?

All the time we’ve wasted

Spent fighting

Will burn

In the fire of our regrets

All the time we’ve wasted

Spent fighting

It’s blood

And it’s running down the stairs

I ran down the stairs

And into the garden

Put both my hands into the soil

In the spring

You will bloom

Like her heart

Through the blouse

In the back of the ambulance

As it turned and turned down the street

(one more turn won’t you come back to me?)

As it turned on its red lights

You were turning into

Red roses

Red roses

Red roses

Red roses

But I’m not giving up