O'Keefe
Where is the center, in the beating of the heart?
In the point of balance, the point of no returning?
In the soul's releasing in strips of silence
Slowly torn apart
Last night I dreamed of wealth and fame
I dreamt so hard I felt the pain
Slowly running from my eyes
Onto a page I'd filled with sighs
And songs designed to make it pay
For how I came to be this way
Oh, the hunger in the search for power
Love is torture in the search for power
Lily, are you near me
Lily, can you hear me
In my dream?
I smoke too much
When I want to touch you
I light a cigarette instead
Poisoning myself
In an existential game
I call American Roulette
A soldier to the wind
I'm answering your call
With yet another song
When, like the flag
You would raise your skirt
Mocking my salute
Sometimes I cannot come
Because I cannot leave
The fortress of the heart
I smoke too much
Knowing it's not d**h
But life I fear we fear
Why do we a**ume
The beginning always is
More sacred than the end?
I smoke too much
Knowing I can't reach you
I light another cigarettev
So we stumble on upon a path of darkness
Constantly in motion, constantly in waiting
Anticipating, misunderstanding
Both light and darkness
Oh the hunger in the search for power
Love is torture in the search for power
Lily, are you near me
Lily, can you hear me in my dream?