Cedars Songtext
von Desperate Journalist

She′s singing softly, rehearsing her dissent
As striplight burns her shadow on cement
They won't know what she meant

She breaks her spirit for something she can′t feel
Perfection as a marvel, as an ideal
It's never quite revealed

All flickers out, and red turns to blue
Don't ask her who she dreams of because you know it′s you


Another fraying jumper
Another person′s brother
Cold in the night, it is Autumn
And the cedars never blossomed

Tried looking inward, a ballerina's scorn
Mountains and traumas in poetry unborn
As obvious as dawn

A wanderer adrift in muddled grass and loam
Kisses him like flypaper, like vodka, like she′s home
The fear of being alone

All flickers out, and red turns to blue
Don't ask her who she dreams of, because you know it′s you


Another fraying jumper
Another person's brother
Cold in the night, it is Autumn
And the cedars never blossomed