Every Pointed Star
from The Smolder Sessions by Creeping Time
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Every Pointed Star
Shades of night descending
Are falling long across the yard
The autumn leaves are dancing in their red and gold
And the air is cold and hard
The leaves are but a memory
Of a brittle, fragile boy
Who’s dreaming as that burning ball sinks to the sea
Of his own Helen of Troy
Is that mars there a hovering
In the fading western light
I can hear my mama calling
Through the fast approaching night
And the ground is getting colder
As I lie back in the grass
And all those diamonds start to twinkle at me all at once
And it comes upon so fast
Chorus:
On a clear autumn night every pointed star
Is driven right through my heart
Unthinkable thoughts thrust from the sky
Lovely but so deadly sharp
And as the night falls upon us
And the music starts to peak
I’m stricken by the twilight
And the needles in my feet
And the ground is getting colder
As we lie naked in the grass
And all those diamonds start to twinkle at us all at once
And I’m right back in the past
Chorus
The light, the sound, the smell, the temperature
Was just the same as it was before
I shifting through a consciousness so pure
In fall when everything is dying to a desperate gray and brown
I can taste it like it was yesterday
Chorus
Chorus
Shades of night descending
Are falling long across the yard
The autumn leaves are dancing in their red and gold
And the air is cold and hard
The leaves are but a memory
Of a brittle, fragile boy
Who’s dreaming as that burning ball sinks to the sea
Of his own Helen of Troy
Is that mars there a hovering
In the fading western light
I can hear my mama calling
Through the fast approaching night
And the ground is getting colder
As I lie back in the grass
And all those diamonds start to twinkle at me all at once
And it comes upon so fast
Chorus:
On a clear autumn night every pointed star
Is driven right through my heart
Unthinkable thoughts thrust from the sky
Lovely but so deadly sharp
And as the night falls upon us
And the music starts to peak
I’m stricken by the twilight
And the needles in my feet
And the ground is getting colder
As we lie naked in the grass
And all those diamonds start to twinkle at us all at once
And I’m right back in the past
Chorus
The light, the sound, the smell, the temperature
Was just the same as it was before
I shifting through a consciousness so pure
In fall when everything is dying to a desperate gray and brown
I can taste it like it was yesterday
Chorus
Chorus
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May 2006
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