A Hand At Dusk
A Hand At DuskSwan LakeEnemy Mine
Swan Lake - A Hand At Dusk
there's a hand at duskin the wake in the water its minecan you take the palm of itfor every time you change your mind
you are the flash of skinseen through the leaves of anxious treesthe summer's touch just above the kneejust above the knee
there's architecture hereand there are mountain peaksand places dwelled upon by thosewho climb much higher than me
like so many miles you are compiledinto books of maps by men with handscan you believe that we will all get old
it's getting old i know, i knowi'll hold your hair back when you're sickit's getting old i know, i knowyou still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dressit's getting old i know, i knowyou still look good to me in that knee-length checkered dressit's getting oldit's getting old
the emperor of time has been stationeddevidends melts into all forms of lighti shall crack his boneand chase him to far shores of the seaimplicate my dark appetitethe emperor of time has been stationedwhen the paper ends, it melts into all forms of lighti shall crush his boneand chase him to the white shores of the seaimplicate my appetite
