Cedars Songtext
von Desperate Journalist

She′s singing softly
Rehearsing her descent
As strip light burns
Her shadow on cement
They won't know what she meant
She breaks her spirit
For something she can′t feel
Perfection as a marvel
As an ideal
It's never quite revealed
All flickers out
And red turns to blue
Oh, don't ask her who she dreams of
Because you know it′s you
Another fraying jumper
Another person′s brother
Cold in the night, it is autumn
And the cedars never blossom
Tried looking inward
A ballerina's scorn


Mountains and traumas
In poetry unborn
It′s all the years and stone
The wanderer
Adrift in muddled grass and loam
Kisses him like flypaper
Like vodka, like she's home
The fear of being alone
All flickers out
And red turns to blue
Oh, don′t ask her who she dreams of
Because you know it's you
Another fraying jumper
Another person′s brother
Cold in the night, it is autumn
And the cedars never blossom
Another fraying jumper
Another person's mother
Cold in the night, it is autumn
And the cedars never blossom