I was young when I learned
It is not the sun nor the moon
but the window that brightens the room
It's never the mirror but the eyes
that distort the mind
And now when the cry from the sky
warms the bedroom floor
I always have a piece of cloth with me
in case the glasses blur
Each knock we hear, we just ignore
Each glance at you, my heartaches sore
And we keep sinning every week
Doing no one else can see
The cycle never ends
until the planet does someday
Keep firing all our seed
Though guilt is on the way
But the sweeter that it gets
The shorter that it stays
And then we wipe
we wipe, we wipe everything
We wipe 'til dawn
We wipe everything
I was young when I learned
whispers shock the veins
and shouts can tremble them
but silent words half-spoken
are words of silent men
And now when the cry from the sky
warms the bedroom floor
I always have a piece of cloth with me
in case the glasses blur
Each moan they hear, we just ignore
Each glance at you, another score
'Cause we keep sinning every week
Doing no one else can see
The cycle never ends
until the planet does someday
Keep firing all our seed
Though guilt is on the way
But the sweeter that it gets
The shorter that it stays
And then we wash
we wash, we wash everything
We wipe 'til dawn
We wash everything
When the winter world turns white
in the longer nighttimes of December,
the poinsettias dressed as reds
You have a lot of time to wear your mask
and run onto the freezing streets tonight
But here you are, at home with me in bed
So we keep sinning every week
Doing no one else can see
The cycle never ends
until the planet does someday
Keep firing all our seed
Though guilt is on the way
But the sweeter that it gets
The shorter that it stays
And then we throw
we throw, we throw everything
We wipe 'til dawn
We wash, we throw
We throw everything
- theptwelve
July 10, 2020
