Cricket Hunt.

You deserve the sanctity of our silence
the moment interrrupted by our wings
you deserve the monument of our time
interrupted by our breathing
and the rattle of our Lives

I’ll give you the velvet silence of this room
it’s like your skin
drinking everything
in the dimness of these candles
these LEDs
we can pretend we are but children
forget the ulcers and my lies
we could be but children running wild

I know who it is who is my triumphant one
I know who it is who is my shrike
I know who it is who is my pain and inspiration
you keep me waiting, you keep me waiting, and ….oh, oh, oh

You deserve the silence of our rattling
the monument of Life
laid before you in the light of noon
you’ve shown to us in the dimness of this room

I’ll give you the velvet of my skin
it’s like the muscles in my arm
they’re driking everything

in the dimness of these candles these LEDs
you are shining, shining

I know who it is who is my crazy one
born with the brightness of the sun
I know who it is who is my brightest one
you’ve always denied me, you’ve always denied me …

We’ll capture crickets we’ll swallow songs
I’m sorry to say we’ll clip their wings
But if we keep them down under
and steal their thunder
we’ll steal their flight and their songs and their small cricket dreams

We’ll capture crickets we’ll steal songs
we’re finding small things
we’ll creep deep down under
and hide from the thunder
we’ll have our flight and our songs but their small cricket dreams

My voice for you
my crazy one
and other small things
we’ll creep deep down under
and hide from the thunder
grinning our grins we’ll let them go.