Cold Intelligence

I’ll show you moon round barb wire fence
Show you doves impaled on my crown
I’ll show you cruel, cold intelligence
Show you freedom on the run

You’ll go with me to any place colder than before
I’ll show you traces of a love older than this world
You’ll beg for us to end before something bigger cracks
Then we’ll watch in sepia tone the madness of our past

You’ll follow letters never sent
Break a hollow ring
Meet my loneliness so long
That you will learn to sing

You’ll come to age of giving time
In return for pain
I will never learn your part
Of standing in the rain

There’s this shadow on your lips
I never could erase
After broken fallen years
Gone in winter’s haze

We’ll travel back again
To pure nonsense and visage
Then I’ll fit you in my book
Arabic death mirage