Into the Sublime

Got my head in a bowl and my body in a cage
No steam ain't got no fingers
there to turn the page

As my shadow move above me
like a thin ghost
Stains from a painter with a broken brush
in a coalmine

A hard night and harder the day
The blue took the colour away

When the harp clings too low and
all the books are burned
The wrong way to use a lighter
still no lesson learned

When the moon is a drunk mean deciever
hiding the way
a pale soft light that make the last ray

A hard night and harder the day
The blue took the colour away

So we can rewind it
paint a hole in time
Make the colour vivid
into the sublime