Splendour
When fountains spring
Soak her in
With what you see
And what you say
And what you dream
Adorn despair
Happily lost
‘Cause you long to drop a dime into the depths
Of her wishing well
’Til your blood runs cold
Slightly ill with heightened sensibility
One with the mire
Your soul’s on fire
But you won’t sigh
And you won’t care
And you won’t cry

Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night
The more that people swarm
Around her face
The less her eyes resemble anyone
But you might feel
Chosen from
A crowd of lovers waiting at her door
Every night
For a chance to play
The game that’ll have them leaping in the grave
With emotions purged
And no sense of self
Spoken by a language not their own

Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night

You’re crushed under the weight
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade
With hesitating lights
From distant planets
That’ll swallow you
And spit you out
Cupid’s slings
Have gone and made you blind
And wilfully oblivious
To the lurking pain behind each
Exquisite frame
You’re crushed under the weight
Of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade
With hesitating lights
From distant planets
That’ll swallow you
Splendour
Her splendour