So the song of
Missing goes out in the flame of care, the
Frame of care;
Being outside
We caress the patina of hard edges and hard
Messiahs, for
They are bare;
How my mind conceals your eye from me is
Beyond sight-
So the song of
Missing goes out in the flame of care, the
Frame of care;
Being outside
We caress the patina of hard edges and hard
Messiahs, for
They are bare;
How my mind conceals your eye from me is
Beyond sight-