anne clark
nothing at all
All this tenderness has come to nothing All that we require is being rearranged I've no wish to look to the future For my expectations will no doubt be changed Just rolling along on the rest of the waves My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed Poisoned pens in invisible paper Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists What is the chance of us living Some of our simplest dreams Are all the structures we build here Really as frail as they seem The dying are the lovers of this modern world The power and the glory survives With radio active bargaining And the valueless of our lives My turn to crumble My turn to fall From so very humble To nothing at all  This is where silence runs its course And sadness wipes its eyes upon us We fall from a structure build on troubled minds My world becomes iron and grows an cold as Winter Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts Sweetly and sickly scented by roses And your world id crushing you like those flowers By scripts written into your skin with the in of thorns Ashen faces sink into silence All lonesome trends brush shoulders All of last nights degradation Builds foundations on us both