Love In the Time of Ecstacy - Withered Hand

There’s a crack

In the handle of a coronation cup

That I once brought back

From the study trip in Athens

Where we plated my hair

And I put eyeliner on

Until they stopped in the street

And pointed at me

And I felt only pride

For the first time in my life

There’s a warm warm rain

Upon a hotel balcony

Where we looked out upon

A darkening sea

And the light, and the light

Down on the Mediterranean

Burned like candles in the memory

Of all the things that we mislaid

On our way here

Why did Nirvana ever

Bother to play here

Hey there

I don’t want to stay here

I decree there is a higher plane

Some place of little consequence

That I might see your face again

Before the living and the dead

Are reunited

And this town

This town is killing me now

I can’t believe I waited so long

From the shopping trolleys

On the river bend

To the sound of the bassbins booming

Can I see your face

In this acid light

Of another suburban evening

As I roll my eyes up

To these dirty skies

And count the days

Til I’ll be leaving

I decree there is a higher plane

Some place of little consequence

When I might see your face again

Before the living and the dead

Are reunited

And what is love

What is love in the time of ecstasy

And bare knuckle fighting

Lord, won’t you deliver me

From the wave machine

And the transparent bikini

Like isn’t there some skeleton

On me I should find

That I might vanquish

Please, won’t you listen to me

Your unfaithful servant’s

Filthy fucking language

I decree there is a higher plane

Some place of little consequence

When I might see your face again

Before the living and the dead

Are reunited

And what is love

What is love in the time of ecstasy

And bare knuckle fighting

Don’t tell me that he died for that

Counselor forgive me for I knew not

What I vandalized

Don’t tell me that he died for that

Take me down to the paradise club

Where the girls are drunk and over sized

Don’t tell me that he died for that

And there’s a crack

In the handle of a coronation cup

That I once brought back

I decree there is a higher plane

Some place of little consequence