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THE PLAGUE
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(Engel)
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I spent many a night laying on my back
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Waiting for the dawn to pierce a crack in the ceiling
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Hanging from the sky
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And I envied the boy who grabbed the toy
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And ran away and found the joy
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While I stood in the shadows wondering why
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Flying towards me, wrapped in laughter
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A woman's face, a terrible taste
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Of the morning after kisses and goodbyes
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I can never seem to catch my footsteps
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Have desires they fly away
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And every day I've got to fight the Plague
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How can I live an hour like this
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When anguish strikes me like a fist
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My nakedness exposed, and I can't stand
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Still I try to remember lips on lips
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And hits on the hips, and ice and fire
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and gloom and glow
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When did they leave the man
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In the river of the night I see
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A face that shimmers down at me
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But like a falling star burns itself out
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Like a lead leaf scrapes the gravelled ground
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My voice cries out, a gravelled sound
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But no-one's there to hear me but the Plague
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Straining hard to see
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Running after me
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I keep pounding
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Pounding on the door
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But it's all so vague
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When you meet the Plague
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And I keep coming, I keep coming back for more
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THE PLAGUE
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| Scott Walker |
