i pray under the light of tinted glass scan telescoped horizons for your mast with gulls on the shores of all my lunatic chores calling hurry up wary as complacency makes passes amorous in your absence its late my lover should i let it go or wait for you to show could offerings to crumbling shrines persuade i blow a kiss to erato she turns the other way while crows on the wires stalk my carrion mind calling hurry up feeble as my apathy advances amorous in your absence its late my lover should i let it go or wait for you to show now im hollow breath expression pressure and shadow unglued as i wait for your cue lark on the wind do you have nothing to sing come on hurry up even as the irony enhances im amorous in your absence its late my lover should i let it go or wait for you in my anxious hope 