Theme For Thought

Say the things the way you want to hear them

I know a lot of people like that

They talk in words but what do they mean

They think in words and words alone

When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore

And I see her, see whore

They cannot see what they don’t have so deny that time

But there’s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see

Why should I be like you?

Nothing is ever the way you say it is

Nothing is ever the way you want it

So don’t talk to me

Don’t look at me

But please stay with me

“He didn’t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red

And blood and wine were on his hands,

When they found him with the dead

The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed

He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey

A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay

Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day”

I see your heaven, you see my hell

Come see my heaven and I’ll show you, show you hell…