The Spiral Season

The cloud girl blazes in the gale of laughter I see her face and feel my heart beat faster We steal a spaceship 'til we make it to the moon I wake up angry on an earth still burning Horizon hazy where the leaves stopped turning Her rattled breathing dissipates all through the room Here lies the words whispered Prince destiny's dream wearing thin Lost at the edge of his pen Watching the ending begin Okay, they took the boy away from old New Hampshire But still he's feeling like a ceiling dancer You could come over, and he'd let you call the tune Your whole soul steams forth in flower With servants to the theme of the passing hour Breathing in the dark of the hotel shower Incensey wavering light Dream back to dear summer nights In the spiral season Hear the fireworks and the band And I'd still like to have a piece of your heart in my hand Diamond hills and hollows Where a thousand sorrows sleep Where our house was a home, 'til they took it for cheap Mad kings ring around with matinée actors The giantess is bent down backwards Her eyes glazed, unfazed by grave abuse And she said, "Starve in the street, I'm with the beggars and lepers They'll catch a lift upon some soft spring zephyrs Sit and be sweet among civil shepherds" Years pass, I'm friends with my flaws Glimpsing the earth through a God Burnished by beautiful laws No wiser now than I was In the spiral season On the sacred stolen land All to tell and hand over the whole of our plan How my heart goes drumming How the rain comes down in sheets How's this half of the year-end halfway in the street? In the spiral season On the strip of cinnamon sand Well, I'd still like to have a piece of your heart in my hand, yeah