I knew when it came, I saw it so plain,
your eyes were so tight and so thin.
I just wanted so much to come in from the rain
and move out of the flesh I was in.

I could never forgive you, I couldn’t live with you,
you cut out a slice from my heart;
your story is untrue, your garments are see-through,
the love that’s in us must depart .

And raising your hands like a bent stop sign
you pulled down the blinds on my life,
but that’s a black dove, not the one we call love,
all you’ve done is to sharpen the knife.

You stood there so false, like some drunk in a waltz,
you slipped out of your clothes into lies;
like a defeated army, stood naked before me
and yet you still wore a disguise.

Wet was the day when you finally went,
like a gutted wax candle you’d gone;
that feeling you get when you come close to death,
I felt then and there’s all of it left.

I can still see you then, I could love you again
if our lives could be lived through some others;
maybe next time around, our love won’t be drowned
in the knowledge that you are my brother.