Current 93 - Calling for Vanished Faces II Lyrics
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Calling for Vanished Faces II
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What Are The Lyrics For Calling for Vanished Faces II By Current 93?
If only I could take You all at once:
I would take You for ever and ever and only so lose myself in You And so I smile and skip greengodlike there The picture of allrage alllust and wanton The Inmost Night And lay waste to the playgrounds The concrete covers all The grass sleeps and waits to rise again It listens for the final Trumpet of The Inmost Light And I clench my left hand Then I open it: the gods I loved are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone (Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light) The sadness of the Inmost Light The growl the grip aan final sigh Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light The plasticformillusion We just have time to swallow Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light He waits at the door He waits at the door And if You see me try to grin and then I hide Myself behind a ball A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek The sound is gay and full of joy It masks the binding of our eyes The scorch of all the bonefire burns We hop and skip and trick and treat Just watch Your heart and soul and all And watch Your back - it's waiting there Unsmiling there Unforgiving there So broken there The Inmost light Howling The Inmost Light bad bad bad Inmost Light |
Who Wrote Calling for Vanished Faces II By Current 93?
H Jones
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