Hareth Houston - Are You Alone? Lyrics

Is this the first time you've skipped town
With a tinderbox of postcards, to a place of no renown?
And did you forget to pay your dues
To the man who ties your shoelace, and adds decimals to truth?
Are you still here?
Are you still singing the same songs
About his body and your radiance
The square root you got wrong?
Does it feel good
To know the gods had you in mind
When they devised perfection in the past
They made you leave behind?
And are you alone now?
Can you feel anymore?
Is it easier to fade away
When you have been bleached from the floor?
And didn't they ask you
Not to beg on your way down
Or hide in the scriptures
Beneath the tarot deck your anti-pope left out?
Is this the longest you've abstained
From the indulgence of compulsions, now steering your stagnant state?
Was it the words that tripped you up
The ones that elevate transgressions far beyond your sinking touch?
Is it still dark?
Are you still trying to make your mark
Drinking petrol at the junction
Where nobody ever parks?
Do they take note
Of your attempts to rock the boat
Your cousin traded you for coral
And a dozen slaughtered goats?
And are you alone now?
Can you feel anymore?
Is it easier to bury forbidden fruit
Than let it drown your thoughts?
And wasn't it better
Just to let the struggle go
And watch as the dream
Consumes the paradise you bet against your soul?
Wasn't the promise beautiful,
When its flesh was still obscured behind a concrete waterfall?
And did it feel lonesome at the top
Where you realised the summit is a thirst that never stops?
Where were your friends
When your movie didn't end
When you ran out of ideas
Bouncing blank cheques around instead?
Where was your seal
When your sell-by date expired?
Did it have to show its secrets
To lure you into the fire?
And are you alone now?
Can you feel anymore?
Is it easier to see the angels
When you've already lost the war?
And didn't your prophet
Look so naked in the light
Of the crucible
He advertised online but never did arrive?
Of the brownie points they let you steal before the bored them from your mind
Of the sex and drugs you used to fuel your fantasies of grand design
Of the old wishing well you bricked up with yourself curled up inside
Of the flavoured poison you sieved from the breast that softly stole your flight
Of the guiding hand that crushed you in its grip and rinsed you in the tide
Of the great boiler room that you made sick with rancid sacrifice
Of the cultural tumour that your harboured until you were the parasite
Of the cold winds that blew when forgotten youth remembered its demise
Of the acceptance that slipped from your deathbed like weevils through the rice
Of the silence that you knew would breathe between the memories you piled?