at the forest wall

 

you tell me what i do not need to know
so much of history is needless pain
this is an ending not a thing will grow

the radio blares another boring show
we wait and wait for one more healing rain
you tell me what i do not need to know

i read and feel my brain growing more slow
under what seems an ever-growing strain
this is an ending not a thing will grow

i see the green has got a midday glow
it is so obvious and frankly plain
you tell me what i do not need to know

we write the rules in terms from long ago
and then we do not keep them in the main
this is an ending not a thing will grow

stand where you will that cannot pause the woe
we find so much that might remove the stain
you tell me what i do not need to know
this is an ending not a thing will grow

underneath the story

 

on darker borders other forces wait
your choices are not made with them in mind
we do not have the right to consecrate

you chose the answer with time for debate
but the position had not been defined
on darker borders other forces wait

this was not written on a broken slate
nor were the choices left to the unkind
we do not have the right to consecrate

against our skins we feel the pressure grate
but what we are has always been maligned
on darker borders other forces wait

we watch as the balloons start to inflate
knowing just how the structures were designed
we do not have the right to consecrate

the cavalry will reach us just too late
our guides are always just a little blind
on darker borders other forces wait
we do not have the right to consecrate

mistaken identity

 

so much can happen after the first fall
we don't agree to answer for the lie
but only to stand up till one goodbye
and yet we sell our goods from the same stall
as when we first learned how to toss the ball
and win the game by giving one hard try
and taking perfect aim with one good shy
these are the matters for which we must call
yours is the word for which no one could wait
but now we hasten to the port secure
while in the distance other people speak
we have forgotten the true time and date
and think ourselves the last ones wholly pure
and all the time we really are the weak

a simple answer

 a simple answer tells the complete tale
trapped in a moment which lasted much too long
we asked for what turned out to be so wrong

in doing this we hung upon the nail
the only thing that must have made it strong
a simple answer tells the complete tale

you started out believing we would fail
and laughed for joy when you perceived the song
this is what makes it clear where we belong
a simple answers tells the complete tale