Pendulum

A hot stone for divination Keep it on the mantle Where there's nothing to burn From your future plans Simple patterns hemmed in common sense Too pretty to reprimand or comprehend Every night I dream of you Much like a vacation I long to return to Living out my days a fool Holding the pendulum Until my hands go numb Watching the pendulum Long after the day is done Shaking the pendulum Answering to no one Handling the pendulum Watching the pendulum I ask for a moment to be mine You rush into the black and holy night The vine grabs at my strings It complicates the melody A hand pulls at your wings It's a bitter, familiar feeling Every night I dream of you No negotiating the bed I return to I have made a cage of this room Holding the pendulum Until my hands go numb Watching the pendulum Long after the day is done Shaking the pendulum Answering to no one Handling the pendulum Watching the pendulum