|05-20-2016, 09:30 PM||#1|
Join Date: Mar 2011
---- Lyrics ----
on you a mysticism borrowed
You were gifted by the urn
a fading beauty you did not earn
And you became colder
as the fire grew dimmer
I don't grow older
I just get thinner
In those virgin corridors
Trapped by the safety of our own homes
The bad habits you've known
Become a skeleton that you've outgrown
Under the cover of darkness
Build a bridge with an act of trust
You'll reveal exactly the kind of man I was
And whilst you got older,
I just got thinner
|05-24-2016, 01:15 PM||#2|
Join Date: Apr 2016
I like the refrain - it has a real sense of weariness. The first verse isn't great for me - it feels a bit stilted and constrained by the rhyme scheme (urn/earn jars...now that's a pun, help).
The last verse is great - I like the implied emphasis on 'conspiratorially' and I like the questions that are asked by 'I just got thinner'.
'....even the President of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked...."
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