Signs - Bethesda

Moon seems red.

Combinations sleep in atmospheric beds.

These telescopes cut through layers thick.

Can’t you see?

Though it tries, it will always be white.

Persistent lights through light-years wind and wind.

Our faces bright, you’ve lost your great disguise.

(Ooo)

Frontier bleeds, still this country stands between you and me.

All wagons west know their destiny.

As they grow, they will remove and reduce what’s left.

This rattled brush entrusted to us though scant adorned.

It’s ours, and we will feel its thorns.

(Ooo)

I will not run from this.

I’ve left my own estate to lay in the gardens, near your window.

I will wait in faith and pain.

I’ll call.

Can’t you see we’ve levied fault?

But hope, but love, but growth, but us, the trees will bend.

Steeples fall.

I’m lost.

Still the time guides me to dust.

Still in this you can trust.

(Ooo)

Persistent lights through light-years wind and wind.

Our faces bright, they shine I find the night.

Your signs.

(Ooo)