Those voices they said to me
what's in your prophecy
when I looked into it's eyes
all I could see were fallacies and lies
the son of rhythm cast his beat
and the knocking of the nets fell to his feet
his heart wasn't really in it
the chords of love-songs were the only things that seemed to fit
her legs were as high as the stars
the chords of love-songs fell from her arms
she fumbled to pick them up
but the son of rhythm had poured them into a cup
he drank those chords and wrote his song
a song to break a history that was far too long
cracks appeared in the life he lead
and the rhythm he followed died and bled
the love-song girl without her chords
was a lacklustre mess no longer adored
she walked the skies in the search of her loss
and turned to drink self doubt and hard dross
her legs no longer reached the stars
she sat on her arse and weeped for what was
a life of love lost forever
a half hearted rhythm never together
the son of rhythm rejoiced
his heart was a cage of lions
his eyes burned with fire
the fire of the chords of which he admired
his step was the lightest touch
hanging from the ceiling it was all too much
all that he had wanted was within his reach
he believed in the words his love-songs preached
those voices they said to me
what's in your prophecy
when I looked into it's eyes
all I could see were fallacies and lies
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