Calling For Vanished Faces II-Current 93

If only I could take all of you at once I would take you for ever and ever and only so Lose myself in you And so I smile and skip green god like there The picture of allrage all lust and wanton The inmost night And lay waste to the playgrounds The concrete covers all The grass sleeps and waits to rise again It listens for the final trumpet of The inmost light And I clench my left hand Then I open it The Gods I loved Are all dead pages metal signs all gone Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone And sees clearly now the inmost light The sadness of the inmost light The growl the grip an final sigh Paint by numbers of the inmost light The plastic form illusion We just have time to swallow Before the doorknock of the inmost light He waits at the door he waits at the door And if you see me try to grin and then I hide Myself behind a ball A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek The sound is gay and full of joy It masks the binding of our eyes