A Flower in a Glove - Frog Eyes

Because you were always unnoticed

You were always the flame that dies

Bastard with a flat-top singing, «The Cloud of Unknowing»

Bastard with a flat-top singing, «There's a flame, a flame, a flame

A flame that never dies.»

Because you were always unfocused

Jinxing the photograph with the pain in your eyes

Bastard with a flat-top singing, «I shall wait for your love

I shall wait for your love all days.»

Bastard with a casket singing, «I shan’t wait for her love

I shan’t wait for her love.»

But you were always:

A saint, a flower in a glove, a night made for the raising of your glass

The night’s going to be a foolin' and a foolin', but still:

Judith ain’t sure

Toil away, play in the sand, gross out your heart

The night’s going to be made for the la-la-la, but still:

Judith ain’t sure

You were always unloading

Soft on the weight of your palm and your hand

Bastard with a passport to the old destinations

Bastard with a map of the palm of your hand

You were always: «Shut him out.»

You were always:

Sun, Dash of White Light

A night that has passed

Has passed into the records of all

That the little record keepers fear

Dear Mary-Anne, Bastard of Light

I swept your flax bang, I swept into the currents of the river where

Judith ain’t sure

Oh Man, it was you: did you ever think of a bad idea?

Because the river is bad, the river is cold

How was the King, was he sad, was he cold, was he low?

Put your hand on my face, row away from the grief-stricken man

Put your trust in my fate, I shall track that abrasive wasteland:

We are richer in love, but you know: You just can’t have it