Unfinished People

Ramshackle house Home of the longing Ark for the brave Isolated hideaway Call out for love Voice of the angry Your burden engraved Deep into the melody Harlequin boy Schoolyard pariah Smells like routine Sketches bled out of your pen A sunbeam fell onto the laughing Domesticating the wild Drill me your love and teach me a lesson Trapped in a box The scared child A sunbeam fell into the classroom Broke off a biology mess The dead birds flew out of the window Brought back the songs of gladness Run, forsaken child Get out of what was shelter And maybe we fall In love with the days bygone He made us more and more complete I call him a friend Since first we drank from his fountain rain We drank when we were just young boys A sunbeam fell into the church room Verses on Palm Sunday read And all the girls felt pretty unfinished Crowned by the gold on their heads A loud sound left holes in the dwelling Knowing that you had enough And I remained inflamed by a fire A song that entertained us Run, forsaken child Get out of what was shelter Run, your old guitar will always be in my hands ... I cannot let you fall You painted faces on our heads You are the echo of my youth