Blackstar

Come again this bright star
Burning on the horison
And take away this mortal pain
Take away this sorrow day
Till tommorrow strikes again

Total lapse of imagination
We are parked up by the yellow lines
The ticket meter slowly ticking
Dictates now the coming times
We float away
To another station
And look behind
To see we are dearly departed

It looks like the end is coming
It looks like a crashing comet
Will deliver us to death

Tingling things on your wristband
Are calling out our names
Shall we answer, do we dare?
Is the truth a tireless hunter
Then what have we to fear?
We float away
To another person
And tell him all our pains
He bends his back to heal us
And weld us whole again

Fit and fanciful mindings
Will end up on the trashheap
As we climb askance this
Rickety shelter
And watch the falling sky