Sixth track from the freak-folk album, Splendour + Misery.
Lyrics
The desperate quiet of the moon and stars,
And the way she moves, the breadth of whom,
The solitude, the commonplace, the trembling hand,
To understand, her perfumed walk, her rehearsed talk,
The way she says that nothing's set
And all we are is what we represent.
The Cartesian shift, the moment when our eyes collide,
Isolation gone, the prefix of eternal time;
The present finds what the future brings,
(The world will turn either way),
What come what may,
So sister sit and part your lips,
Let's represent.
Where atheistic bourgeois trends and memetic conversations end;
Existence precedes essence again, the passion to reinvent.
God may be born in the death of man though passions wrought,
That fleeting glimpse, may quell the fire of semantic plague.
Our prison's vast, though our love may last and flourish for a guilty past,
Signed in blood. The die is cast, our fortune clasped.
Where atheistic bourgeois trends and memetic conversations end;
Existence precedes essence again, the passion to reinvent.