Schematic diagrams
Were you prewired with song
The breaking of a wire didn’t solve
Irrevant Melody’s
that take you further backwards
Windows too those souls
Stained glass refractions
Long closed story boards
Supposed I never really had those answers
Just more questions like you and those other folk waiting in the queue. I’ve been here gathering dust
Watching people skip past.
In the slow lane I learnt that some
Of those songs I’ve listened too
Are not lives I’d wished to lead.
All these doors along this corridor
These names I can barely read
The harmony’s I hear like Handel
Leaving pretzel crumbs for me
Suppose I never really had those answers
Just questions like you and those other folk
Waiting in a queue. I’ve been gathering dust
Watching people skip past.
The slow lane has never seemed pleasing
All this great scenery and a good book and gas light to read.
Suppose I never really had those answers
Just questions like you and those other folk
Waiting in a queue. I’ve been gathering dust
Watching people skip past.
