Ode To My Thalamus
The clouds are gathering in the sky above; I know this one's gonna hurt my love; Birds are shouting through the Mangrove trees; They know the difference between a storm and breeze; I too have felt this once before; I hear that pounding and it's at my door; Outside it's boiling, but the water is cold; All signs point to that I'm getting old; The waves are rising and I take that dive; To hold a breath is not to be alive; I felt it then, I feel it now; I know its coming but I don't know how; It's taking us apart, this Helicase of love; We're nothing but post-modern art, what were we thinking of; This is how it has to be – This is how it has to be; I'm constructing but I shouldn't be; My blood is boiling and the callus is hot; My veins are twisting in a sailor's knot; My Thalamus is growing down into my tongue; And all I taste is pain in every kiss and song; I know this story, and I know it well; The cracks are showing in my pearly shell; Outside I'm shaking and I feel them chills; There go both of my Achilles Heels; I fall down naked waiting for the storm; My arms are open, waiting to transform; The birds go flying, I hear them cry; I know it's coming but I don't know why; It's taking us apart, this Helicase of love; We're nothing but post-modern art, what were we thinking of; This is how it has to be, This is how it has to be; This is how it has to be, This is how it has to be; This is how it has to be, This is how it has to be; 