Comes and Goes

I am the man who's coming to collect you,

And I'll redefine the light that keeps you warm.

I am the man who grew to be a statue,

That you can dream inside to keep you calm.

A voice singing in the wind,

It comes and goes.

Falling back in time,

You held me like a lost jewel.

Thoughts symbolised as lovers' eyes,

That now are just stones you're no longer seeing in.

It comes and goes.

And when I say your name the taste is still strong,

Though tongues are long untangled.

And if you saw me say it we'd only see our faces,

And there's so much hidden in our brains.

Are we so full of thoughts we forget that they have thoughts?

The thoughts in our heads,

Should keep them in our pockets

So we can pull them out and show them off.

Then no more words like 'bread' and 'bucket',

'Wedding bell', 'bleat', and 'bifurcate' are now just sounds.

A pocket full of holes comes and goes

It all sounds so insane to be even sound at all.

Our brains are dancing newfangled.

They take on all the shapes of all the things we say,

The origins fall away.

Cause I'm so full of thoughts,

I forget that you have thoughts.

And I am a man of constant sorrow.