The Plague

(Engel)

I spent many a night laying on my back

Waiting for the dawn to pierce a crack in the ceiling

Hanging from the sky

And I envied the boy who grabbed the toy

And ran away and found the joy

While I stood in the shadows wondering why

Flying towards me, wrapped in laughter

A woman's face, a terrible taste

Of the morning after kisses and goodbyes

I can never seem to catch my footsteps

Have desires they fly away

And every day I've got to fight the Plague

How can I live an hour like this

When anguish strikes me like a fist

My nakedness exposed, and I can't stand

Still I try to remember lips on lips

And hits on the hips, and ice and fire

and gloom and glow

When did they leave the man

In the river of the night I see

A face that shimmers down at me

But like a falling star burns itself out

Like a lead leaf scrapes the gravelled ground

My voice cries out, a gravelled sound

But no-one's there to hear me but the Plague

Straining hard to see

Running after me

I keep pounding

Pounding on the door

But it's all so vague

When you meet the Plague

And I keep coming, I keep coming back for more