False Constellation - Wayfarer

It's tricky when you feel someone has done something on your behalf It's slippery when your sense of justice murmurs underneath and is asking you, How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice, repeatedly On the table, repeatedly I shake them like dice And throw them on the table, repeatedly Until the desired constellation appears. How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? And did you hear, how am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? A fit memory.

I can see the sunlight Even at midnight Bouncing off the moon in your baby blues It's lighting up your eyes Making me realize All the stars in the sky got nothing on you Cuz I'm a lucky man Got myself a constellation A little piece of heaven in my arms And I've got to say amen I guess God sent me an Angel Cuz he knew I needed saving from the dark Lights up the room And my heart In every situation She's my blue eyed constellation I've seen some hard times Mountains I can't climb I prayed prayers I swear didn't make it through But from where I'm standing I finally understand it That the answer to my prayers has always been you And I'm a lucky man Got myself a constellation A little piece of heaven in my arms And I've got to say amen I guess God sent me an Angel Cuz he knew I needed saving from the dark Lights up the room And my heart In every situation She's my blue eyed constellation And I read about how sailors Use the stars to find direction That's the way your loving leads me home And I've heard about how God Can send an Angel for protection He knew I couldn't be left on my own So I'm a lucky man Got myself a constellation A little piece of heaven in my arms And I've got to say amen I guess God sent me an Angel Cuz he knew I needed saving from the dark Lights up the room And my heart In every situation She's my blue eyed constellation

Decadent, nearly divine Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight In the mezzanine above, they applaud Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun Murder in cold blood, as art in motion Masquerade! They rise and they fall A pirouette, in the cadence of song One mask falls down, another appears It's not what they see (Not what they see) It is what they believe (What they believe) It is there, at the crux of their judgement Fantasy becomes the desire The tragic poem ends as it begun And the men in the masks in death will live on Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed Please take my hand, and step into the night The great Dionysian facade Is held upon our backs The callous belief in blood elegant Perpetuating from fathers to sons Spiraling down Spiraling down Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream

A break in the sky, The horizon bled above - the dream was real, the storm gathered. The night rode on hellbound hooves, with vengeance in the saddle. A cracked whip, a grinding maw; A starved-eye stare and the weight of storms. No tomorrow! Only the trail - horseback, galloping to the pulse of the world. The thunder, the storms. A vengeance for the world's blood. A tower of flesh and bone - only blood for blood will sate the storm. At night they came, and brought with them thunder. A warcry for what was lost. At night they rode against oblivion, for a time that all forgot.

Dusk, a primal vibrant red; violent. Clouds, seeping color - the crows cry out war. The plains, they tremble - anxious, the night brings blood. The cold bitter night, awaiting flame and fury. Swift like the night, the riders descend. The braves circle around; torches to the night, arrows to the dawn. The smoke marks an early grave, it rises with the sun.