Antique

Underneath your courage, you

Never trust you courage

A thousand dead commuters

Line up in subway cars

Inconsolable

Deeper into hell

It's the place to be

When the antique assumes control

I know you think

What none of us would

I know you feel

What none of us should

Alone

To go on swimming upstream

The river weaving a dream

The sun is in blue fire

The dowsing rod's a lifeline

Underneath the floorboards

You're stuck behind the wall

A thousand dead computers and they

Never had a soul

Deeper into hell

I don't know how and when

I always leave that open

The science of the low blow

Thank you for the words

Glorious, bitter words

Written with your love and losses

Through your madrigal

Simplicity with glaze

Your broken land of blink and then forget

I know you stand where none of us would dare

Deep beneath the surface

You're stuck inside the stone

A thousand generations and they

Never had control

Cross on every hill

Desperate to awaken

Seas are deep and blind

Where the blood was let

Are you tired yet?