Shandy in the Graveyard

Head down in the rain My walkman sings Caught it in a paraphrase The beast still stings Feels like on the edge of an age Where the scent of you still remains In the valley, in the fey light In the words that the record sings She left a necklace and never retrieved it I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets The clasp was broken, but you know me I tend to keep the pieces Shards in shoe boxes still sharp Love and rockets, the shower sparks White lightning in a mine shaft It was black as a cold heart Blacker than before A glassy eyed Gordon Parks Cyclops in it's maze afraid I hear sticks sharpen in the dark Surrounded by the bones of those I slain But god knows my heart In between the trees My echo plays Brushing on the strings That connect and constrain Feels like on the edge of an age Where the scent of you still remains In the solder, in the ashtray In the old book we put away The pieces-, the pieces- Tend to keep- Message mean- Message mean- The pieces-, the pieces- Tend to keep- Message mean- Message mean- As a cold heart- The pieces- Tend to keep- Message mean- Message mean- As a cold heart- The pieces- Tend to keep- Message mean-