Testo di 'Birds Elope With The Sun' di The Agonist

Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun

A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal years
Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Nival anaphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through
The windows, shit tight, and the fires are fueled... Reminding naivete of its magnitude's inferiority.

Skywards stretching arms become thin and weak
Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists
Admitting defeat. Blood concedes to gravity's pull
Leaving hollow skeletons all erect
Perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage
Like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age

Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes
Faces count minutes til noon
Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now. A thousand families
Down, will fall. Nival tears bury them all!
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.

A barren desert soaked in bleach
A sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as if the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black
The brain keeps the body company
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe
Accepting his fate and falling asleep
The child is woman, resting in peace

Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud
Eyes press closed and words are now visible
The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees
The earth, the water, the fire
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles as pixies dance to appease the leaves
Faces that once turned to catch light
Frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Float to the stiff, grey earth