Glory

I see his eyes moving away from me Oh no, is this another albatross? He knows he holds dominion over me But what I gain is worth the cost We share the cold embrace of cousins I wonder if I've seen him somewhere else before And as I wonder at his ancestry I miss the meeting by the door And in the telling of the story I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase I read his lips and I see glory But what I hear is "be afraid" So from the fog of every morning Until the heat of day is still I watch the clock as it turns backwards I see the water run uphill And in the telling of the story I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase I read his lips and I see glory But what I hear is "be afraid" And in the telling of the story I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase I read his lips and I see glory But what I hear is "be afraid"