Redsky

May 14th: RedSky

We lay on the grass, beneath the clouds
And discussed with unnatural calm,
Who Roddy Framed,
East Kilbride or Aztec Camera?
Either way, he’d sent them a letter, they’d never forget
Or was it a postcard?

I had said I’d meet you by your throne under the sky,
I had many questions, I needed to know why,
You seemed so distant in your splendid isolation,
The simple situation, masked deterioration,
And then you told me.

So we watched the blanket above our heads
Transform into the brilliance of another day,
A sea of blood red sky left me sensing,
That we were at the edge.

Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,

I have to work hard for the memories I feel,
Nothing left, nothing here, nothing sacred, nothing REAL,
Empty spaces inside my head, disordered glimpses
An unmade bed, dirty washing lying in a heap,
Left alone to rot and to reek.

Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL,
Nothing is left, nothing is here, nothing is sacred, nothing is REAL.