BLOODSTAINED POETS
     

[Lone piano feel].

Bloodstained poets, inkstained warriors
Bloodied fingerprints
At the scene of the crime
Spiralling ripples on a still black pond
Drops of blood
Fall into the wine
Drops of blood fall into the wine

Fear of failure, fear of success
Fear of finding
That holy grail
Why must we always talk in our sleep
Moon in the lake
As we set sail
Moon in the lake as we set sail

She says tomorrow means forever
Red sheet marking out the battlefield
White sheet wrapped 'round wounds unhealed

[organ/flute solo].

Bloodstained poets, noble savages
Tearing at the entrails
Of a higher faith
Gather up and memorise each drop of rage
Make a pool of tears
In which we bathe
Make a pool of tears in which we bathe

[solo to end].



© David Lowe 1991