Dave Tate: Listen
The Solitude of Here
There was a time I swore I knew you as clear as my own head and every lie you would see through to everywhere we met and now I pray my sky as often as I dreamed of worlds I saw and the Ice of Iceolation soon began to thaw If I could bathe myself in silence the bluest blue I'd be, clinging to the secret that I have yet to see and if I hang myself on laughter or dry myself in tears loose myself forever in the solitude of here And how I love to long you with everyone I am but I am praying to a statue of a woman I don't have and If I've ever felt emotion, If I've ever writhed in pain than I must know the darkness will come around again