She who requested, distance and space…
Was handed a celestial ocean… (Ocean)…
She tried, in vain to swim…
When she failed… she altered her decision…
She said “I’m shooting off signals”… (Signals…)
“I’m shooting off signals…”
The sound waves, scraped against his island…
He wanted nothing but a reprise… (Reprise…)
He heard her say… “I want you to return to me…”
But did she…?
Did she…?
(Chorus)
Long ago… she said eternity…
Hard to trust? Victim of misogyny…?
Hate the love you bleed…
(But no, it doesn’t leave…)
The romance has faltered… alive, yet no pulse?
Soaked with tar, their rose comes with a catch…
I suppose it kills their time if they just play charades…
If they know the recoil will be unmatched…
She said “I’m shooting off signals…” (Signals…)
Shooting off signals…
He hasn’t been alright, since she left his embrace…
As nothing can cushion a fall from grace…
He saw her align… with purpose in life…
But did she…?
Did she…?
Long ago… she said eternity…
Hard to trust? Victim of misogyny…?
Hate the love you bleed…
Long ago… she said eternity…
Hard to trust? Victim of misogyny…
Hating part of me…
Their beautiful past… their beautiful summer…
The era in which they could promise forever…
Is fading into the void…
He questions his sanity, bestows his amnesty…
What will become of this…?
What becomes of this…
She said “I’m shooting off signals…”
Shooting off signals…
But did she…?
Did she…?
Tom Stridiron
Puzzled In Metamorphosis
Copyright 2012
