Hidden Hand

I had a vision in the chapel

Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple.

When the morning came,

I was enthralled by your movement.

But I was scared, I wrote a letter

to articulate my thoughts a little better.

When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone.

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter.

And now it's just a field behind the house

where the creepers kinda swallow the light.

Where you wait for a talking snake,

for a calendar date something you can rely on.

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong.

When I was young and not a cynic,

I felt a gravity beyond the city limits

out in the violent heart,

I couldn't start to explain it.

But all my lovers turn to friends,

and I'm in London singing 'If it Be Your Will' again.

When the time came for speaking my mind it was gone.

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter

And now it's just a field behind the house

where the creepers kinda swallow the light.

Where you wait for a talking snake,

for a calendar date something you can rely on.

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong.

I miss my childhood house where my heart slowed down.

I could take control of myself there.

Since our childhood homes are apartments, though,

I've been finding I don't feel the same way, now.

The garden's overgrown, is the fact of the matter

And now it's just a field behind the house

where the creepers kinda swallow the light.

Where you wait for a talking snake,

for a calendar date something you can rely on.

You can steady the scale with my heart in a pail if I'm wrong.