Chris Whitley - Vertical Desert
I lean back on the sundial where angels fall
Too late to tell the time
In yours or mine now the lanscape gestures questions
How does your body climb the latitude beyond me
Weigh the evening's silence, science, secrets
The wreckage and the prize
Behind your eyes two could have tasted
Visions raised on vacancy and lies
And a vertical desert where you stand now
Where I will be measured until we finally field
The stations, nations, civilizations underground
'Cause now I know the lay of land
Living with the law could come apart
If I care enough, I will break your heart
And the weight of pleasure until where we stand aloft
And a vertical desert
I come back here sometimes
Angels fall, fireflies ascend out beyond the aching skyline
Reckless distances erupt in intoxication
Between the hard and soft of our evaporations
Where we stand aloft at the vertical desert
At the curved air of collapse and creation
The ballast of chaos and gravity's liberations
(Corrections always welcome)
11 years ago
11 years ago