Spar from Goodbye Horses by Royal Chant

it is what it is
here we are again
moments to forget
like magnolias
footnotes in the Evening Star
hold your tongue, break it up
ah, there’s the rub
run amok

golden lights, a bridge too far
mischief at hand, outstretched arms
lost in the pause, lost in the fog
of it all

it’s the end of the line and
we don’t have time for this
we close our empty hearts
close inside our chest
there’s too much noise at hand
unraveling our threads
come and kiss-me-sweet-and-twenty
we can’t go home again

a penny arcade beyond our means
scattered applause and vanishing
I can’t stand up…..I can’t stand up
so help me

going off like Kalashnikovs
off with his head, off his head
warning shots, leave me to rot
leave me for dead

it’s long past time we admit
these are the bullshit years
the days are getting vague
we are easy to forget
roll these empty thoughts around our head
fold these losing cards against our vest

do it the hard way
pulling me sideways
hang my head down
burn the script

paint the town
it’s a sign of apocalypse
we crossed a line
there’s no coming back from this
come and kiss-me-sweet-and-twenty
our hearts are nearly empty
we are easy to forget
like ambrosia

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