I

Night comes down - again,
And the wind whistles a tune
I played and bet and lost the game
But the night's warm - I'm not the same.


Maybe I'll go to bed early
Wipe the dirt of the day
Or maybe I'll wait until it's late

Sit by the piano and do nothing at all.

I'll sing a song along with the wind
And maybe say a prayer or two

"O God keep the ones I care for
And the ones I care not for
From pain or prison from sickness or from rain"
I did not say the words.

O Discordia !

Shed a tear on my early years
Mourn my dead without a sound
And long for peace.

But when you leave you have to live
And when you live you have to leave

And I'm alive
And I'm alive

O Night (O Discordia)
I wish I was a cat to step in your kingdom
I wish I had gleamdrops instead of my eyeballs
I wish I could see in the dark
of our minds.

The sound and smell of the wet streets
I throw a penny into the sky because
The Moon is not there.

II

O Moon (O Discordia !) Where have you gone
I remember our late-night talks
"Palaver we will have tonight."

O Moon the world has changed
O Discordia
Look in the eyes of your shadow
Look in the depths of your mirrors
Cheated by ashes and lies and dust to dust

O Ancient times ! Fire lances !
Trailblaizing smiles, scars on the sky !

Do you remember, Moon,
I cried the words of the bard
I cried them to you
The Kings and Queens and Fools of the Ancient times (the sky is O Discordia the sky is scarred !)
Dear Lear's lair in the storm and still the shadow on your face.

Where will I shelter from the storm ?

III

Looking down at all the cars
Blur of the rain blurred by neon lights
And blurred again by my eyesight
Looking at the cars
My ladder to the stars.

The smoke of your cigarette
(Jack
the Fairy and
the wings of Beauty)
The smoke of the city.

They (hurt) taste like nostalgia and hurt my throat.

What would you be in the City ?
I'd rather be the London Bridge
I'd rather be a huge Tower

I sometimes feel like an alley
Being walked on forever.

The dirt and the lights and the tears on my face
Please look to the stars.

Is the storm home yet ?

IV

I might as well be on the road
I might as well walk the flatline
And if I run I may well reach
The horizon on time.

Come, my dear, come with me
We'll weave our dreams on the morning dust
Bare feet run in the fields
We'll be fools in the sand we'll be fools in the dust
Dust to dust.

Come, we're on the run
We'll burn daylight and kiss the sun
Come quick, there is no time
We'll burn daylight
And hear the chimes

Green and red and yellow lights
The city looks pretty at night.

Come !

One and two and three and four
I can't hold on anymore.

V

So is the storm home yet ?
So will it wash away my sins ?
So will it wail and wreck and burn
And leave nothing within ?

(O Discordia !)

Father I have loved Father it is true
Have loved many times and I have been loved too
I won't love again I long for the storm
Please forgive me father for I have loved.

Green and red and yellow smiles
The city looks and sounds alive
and Real.

Real.

"O Discordia ! But it was a warm night." he mutters before he goes to bed.