Let’s have a conversation, a discussion concerning belief. I’m not asking, ‘What does it say in the scriptures? Just the echo of your heartbeat. Let’s have a conversation, as if you’re the first to live and breathe. A discussion concerning belief, not burdened by books or badgered by ideology. What does it say in the scriptures? Just the echo of your heartbeat. Your heart beating. Well that’s a hell of thing to say. Are you sure you mean it? It’s over your head. As the first one kicks in then you recall the others. Holding tightly to the shirt sleeve of your brothers. Let’s have a conversation, a discussion concerning belief. I’m not asking, ‘What does it say in the Scriptures?’ Just the echo of your heartbeat. Let’s have a conversation, as if you’re the first to live and breathe. A discussion concerning belief, not burdened by books or badgered by ideology. None of the sins of the fathers, just an echo of your heart beat. Your heart beating. Well that’s a hell of thing to say. Are you sure you mean it? It’s over your head. As the first kicks in then you recall the others. Holding tightly to the shirt sleeve of you brothers. Well he says ‘I’m sorry”. And I say, ‘Don’t be’. Cos we all belong to the ritual, the habit and the song. Just one last dirty love letter, Couldn’t have ended it better…couldn’t have ended it better.
"There will be light come the morning. Hold tight till then to your sleep. Onerous sound breaks your slumber. Wash, rinse, soil then repeat. Repeat verse. Repeat Chorus. Wash, rinse, repeat. To the boys, to the girl, to the weeping tree." Girlvert