Dark Bells - Caracara

I am summoned by the sunlight

I am beckoned to the hunt

Gossip idly with the Bell witch

As she photographs her brunch

I have been born again

Each morning when I rise

Buy coffee or buy gin

With the grave good coins from your eyes

Innocence is relative

Overeager eyes on indifferent kids again

If it’s lukewarm then let it in

Saw a stranger on the sidewalk

Summoning a swarm of bees

With a child upon his shoulders

And new eschatology

I have been born again

Each moment when I speak

From rooftops or from cliffs

So useful, so obscene

Innocence is relative

Overeager eyes on indifferent kids

Heaven sent and sixty grit

I can feel your kiss like a phantom limb again

If it’s lukewarm then let it in

You were always on my side

Dark bells, see hell in a new light

You were always on my side

Dark bells, faith fiction in realtime

Innocence is relative

Overeager eyes on indifferent kids

Heaven sent and sixty grit

I can feel your kiss like a phantom limb again