People don't realize that the field of their mortal existence is a graveyard. Glamor covers it all. The perfume of desire masks the corruption of the fading form.
Graveyards
Graveyards of the heart
Waterfalling winds
Spirits from the past
Tumbleweeding down
Into the Graveyards of the heart
Down
Down
Down into the cold
Place of growing old
And dying
Dying into time
Ancient nursery rhymes
Row, row, row your boat
Oh so merrily
Into Graveyards of the heart
Graveyards of the heart
Graveyards of the heart
Strangers making love
In and out the warm
Sucking pull of life
Shooting into night
Making one more form
Growing in the womb
To wander like a ghost
In the Graveyards of the heart
The Graveyards of the heart
The Graveyards of the heart
Cannibals are feeding where
The hungry ghosts are flying
You're their only food between
The living and the dying
Zombies walking slow
Among the banquets of the dead
A guest has come to dinner
Carrying his head
Graveyards
Cities of the damned
Graveyards
Graveyards of the heart
Jewelry draped with cobwebs
And palaces fall down
Dreams are made of dirt
Forming into flesh
In the Graveyards of the heart
Into the Graveyards of the night
Walk in perfect splendor
In the windings of the grave
Born a prince of heaven
Shackled like a slave
Thirsty for the love
In a desert set apart
Searching through the bones
In the Graveyards of the heart
Graveyards
Graveyards of the heart
Graveyards of the heart
Graveyards of the heart
'The Sacred and The Profane'
© 2007 Visible