(no subject)

[walbourn]

during the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
to the blows of insecurity
feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected
lay dying in the strength of its impurity

meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
they've all gone and let each other in search of fairer weather
and we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
to the slim chance of love's recovery

there I am in younger days, star gazing
painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be
not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
my compass, faith in love's perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should've seen

meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather
and we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
to the slim chance of love's recovery

rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
not content to bow and bend
to the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
eating us away, eating us away
there eating us away to our extinction

oh how I wish were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live
but nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal, as specks of dust we're universal
to let this love survive would be the greatest gift we could give

tell all the friends who think they're so together
that these are ghosts and mirages, all these thoughts of fairer weather
and thought it's stormy out I feel safe within the arms of love's discovery

Indigo Girls Love's Recovery