I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
That actually existed
Antichrist and barcodes
In the air that we breathe
With a little
When you told me
You heard the winds cry
And then you
A car sweeps by with a murdered child
A car sweeps
The empty streets
The songs of twilight
The clouds at rest
The churchbells
I saw the back of the stars
Tremble and fall
While seahorses
Caught when I was still a child
By a terrible vision
Little children snuggle under soft black stars
And if you look
I had gathered some flowers
To lay upon your face
Though you
As we stared beyond the windows there
Over all the gardens
That