The Geniuses and I

The Geniuses and I

 

In the mist of noontime tide, the prayers that greatest lovers make

Soon bore they're way through life shaped holes in branchless trees to break

No lovers mourn the listless clouds, no lovers mourn the sky

No lovers mourn the handsome liars, the Geniuses and I

 

The deathly waltz beneath glare of candy windowed shame

The truthless call of hungry winds, the beast without a name

No mourners wailed, no true assualt on fiery handed lies

No mourners grieve as we depart, the Geniuses and I

 

The Geniuses and I one day went for a walk to stroll

When starry eyed young lovers balked upon the freezing cold

The Geniuses and I one day soon halted into prayer

No one can love the Geniuses, they only reap despair