Lyrics

Now the knave and the fool are the same
petty dreams of Hoover Street
night blooming jasmine and jade
or some subtext in neon

Nonsense in this new heaven

In this book of memories
a paragraph that brings me to my knees
the tilt of eyes at something said
statues of the saints you put inside my head

As cold as blue currents
pull you away
time hangs on you
like rain-soaked wool
another brutal fancy
carries you away

Now the knave and the fool are the same
petty dreams of Hoover Street
night blooming jasmine and jade
or some subtext in neon

Nonsense in this new heaven