Time Of Orchids - Windswept Spectacle lyrics

And on And on And unto shunning skies Ailing all that is spectacle If you need me, capture this Such is love up front Where strong scathe Menaces to touch Firm, grasping gesture First pleasure and the pain Of bringing forth the news A reaction of held hands For cluttering the way With secret mercy Let these bodies fall True and endwise These bodies all The skeletal Murmur