Only lit by cash machine glow

Death defied a little while

The broken glass and plastic

Arranged around you like a shrine

How we orbit absent planets

Stranded in your gravity

Through the nights all wide and silent

Call up say no need to worry

A sharp pain in the jawbone

And a split straight through the crown

The forces of destruction

That have always followed you around

And the sea is filled with monsters

The sky here rings with righteous songs

But our bodies will fill the earth now

Just as well as if we had been wrong

But is it something tall and immortal that you can reach out and touch?

Is it something you want that much?

Is it just the spit of some paranoid choir boy who lives down your hall?

Is it something you want at all?

Wade through wild hemlock

To find a place to curl and sleep

Wake to a world devoured

By white flowering bind and strangleweeds

Abandoning the future

To an imaginary past

For the best part of a century

Could you love me half to death?