Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn
Knowing only that the night was someplace that you had gone
And the amber waves on the showboat of laughter
And you cannot change the way you slid down railings in the lobby
And then again down the gangway shortly after
Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn
Knowing only that the night has gone
Obliterate the grass stains from the cloth
You were only in the grassy fields to pick a hollyhock
You want to stick it to the stem again
By fusing up the atoms and then believe that it will live again
Just from the power of your refusing to believe it cannot happen
Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn
Knowing only that the night has gone
Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn
Knowing only that the night has gone
Obliterate the cherry and the wild berry juices
That you trailed along the hallways of the whorehouse that you used
As a store room for your fox furs and the harvest from the orchard
Full of hollyhocks and cherry trees and other flowery images
Of course you wanted everything cold
But when you opened up the door everything got old
I said of course you wanted everything cold
But when you opened up the door all the flower petals folded
Obliterate your speech so you cannot ask forgiveness
For hanging with the vampires when there was no one to witness
The submission of the skin upon your neck
All they wanted was a dance you gave your peace of mind instead
There is a tower with a winding set of stairs
You will descend into the absolute light
Into the absoluteness of light
And come aware
and become aware
