Wasted Love

They’re buying rumours of the ending
They’re seeing sketches at long last
Eden Hall is lined with academics
Wandering naked in the thick
of unfamiliar shadows
Hiding ‘mongst the plain trees
The Good Samaritan won’t come this way
I am unpolicied
Everything I told you except I love you is a lie
But every road must bend, and every soldier fall
My cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love

The devil’s in the airport
He’s only passing through
Ambitious women dying
their children overdue
The transit lounge is lonely
But the takeoff strip is blue
I would give you everything
But is that good enough for you?
My cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love

I hid inside the church house
With the wedding day blues
After working through the warehouse
for something more to lose
I opened up my eyes
saw the writing on the floor
Sell me anything you want to
I have bought it all
Just don’t mail me another thousand
souvenir white doves
My cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love

Burned out upon the purple waters
Where the ambulance won’t go
Pope Innocent is lovesick
there’s nothing he doesn’t know
Hoisted sails and flies
Abandoned by the breeze
Strange fruit and red blood
Upon the hanging trees
Cinderella lingers
Eating up her curds and whey
Dying like Ophelia
Swimming backwards
straight through Training Day
As Cleopatra fires at Caesar
Her mark of origin, too far
“Romance is much too tough" she mourns
“My cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love”

Stumbling out the post office
Back into the rain
I found the killers refugeed
Underneath another name
They’re rioting the hospitals
The mathematicians are on parol
Questioning everyone they stumble into
about exactly how they’ re doing
But no-one has a clue
When they start to speak
The language of the street
Like they know what it means
And still, my cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love

Yes I received your orders yesterday
About the time the rooster crowed
Here comes the pale rider
They’ve got him in a fix
Reaching in for the Queen of Spades
His heart is playing tricks
Fast asleep behind the wheel
Watching out till I’m complete
Rolling safely down the street
Reloading my Pistol Pete
Until someone new or young
Hits me on the run
A single shot of love
My cheeks keep on turning to you
My will stretched out of view
Delivering my wasted love

Wasted Love

hudson

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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