Tolls from Perfect Vision by Thalia Zedek Band

I know that you’re tripping,
the light’s fantastic,
With your new flame,
who you constantly toast

But every time,
I see,
a photo,
of you,
I feel,
like I’m looking,
at a ghost

There’s something in your smile,
that is so unnatural,
Your eyes are out of focus,
and the lines are blurred,
Between then,
and now,
and before,
and,
After,
The clouds are just bruises in the sky,
Purple and majestic,
flashing electric,
and the hail feels like nails,
and it pierces the veil

Of confusion,
Of your illusion,

You’re going to lose her again,
In the fusion,
of your delusions

And they’re deep as a well,
And they’re blue as a bell,
And every toll,
paves the road,
That will unfold
to her, and to your hell

Oh bluebell,
The road will unfold

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