an acoustic night, the ghosts of artists past in the echoes of artists present, and then walking home
Lyrics
met the darkness again last night
glimpsed it through the ice
powdered prints on that primrose path
leading far from light
waited for the sound of nice
before i treaded back
for a second, then lost to sight
bleeding answers never asked
shall we pray for lost souls
here, in the dead of winter
shall we prey on those souls
where all good has withered
its hard to prey at all
not for lack of choice
all enchanted, all enthralled
all speaking as one voice
heard the darkness again today
pleading for its life
tourniquet around its neck
roll back priced and ticker taped
waited while the noise decides
like the certainty of sex
that ceremony of mistakes
the world at large protects
and we pray for lost souls
here, in winter dead
as we prey on those souls
when all good has fled
its hard to pray at all
not for lack of choice
all enchanted, all enthralled
all speaking as one voice
