The Fast

Will the sun be late for me, with not a rising
And every red light reminds me of the grey
Because I've been tired of everything I say
But still every story is surprising

I can easily say that empathy is simple
As single thoughts run back to every shore
Oh God, ask me now, how can I be so sure
With knots tied over my heart, every push and pull

Soundtrack for the scenes, sad songs for the rain
And chance to remind myself that it's loud
Shoe-gazing is sport, as is in every crowd
I will remember you, you in ever pains

Why are you crying, friend of complexity
And lies hidden beneath, but someone must hear
Your tears are for the wrong reasons of fear
And the trees won't withstand this veracity

It's a night of pain, night of long knives
Where treason is tried, and paper is spilled
Can you hear the cries of the past, so shrill
I may cry tonight, but I will be fine