New Temple from Fancy Shampoo by Tim Birchard

New Temple

Broken glass crunches underfoot
Insulation exposed
Girders, beams
and hidden seams
Sunlight shared where no one goes

The sound of grinding
Keeps reminding
Contracts binding, torn to shreds

And when it's left behind
What will I find?

I ride the rails and glide on gales of laughter
I sew the sails that capture what I'm after
Deceptive shell is being cracked open wide
Shining light inside
Nothing left to hide

Open spaces—knocking down the walls
Open spaces—no more tortured halls
Open spaces—Time to reconceive
Nothing to retrieve
Despite what I believe

Golden rays dazzle weary mind
Roots and vines exposed
Newborn dreams, blue moonbeams
Through my hair, between my toes

The sound of humming, gentle strumming
Heartbeat drumming in my ear
Holding you so near
Dream sweet, my dear
I ride the rails and glide on gales of laughter
I sew the sails that capture what I'm after
Deceptive shell is being cracked open wide
Shining light inside
Nothing left to hide

Open spaces—knocking down the walls
Open spaces—no more tortured halls
Open spaces—time to reconceive
Nothing to retrieve
Despite what I believe

I ride the rails and glide on gales of laughter
I sew the sails that capture what I'm after
Deceptive shell is being cracked open wide
Shining light inside
Nothing left to hide

• Japan
• Rock
• acoustic rock
• blues rock
• ego
• impermanence
• post punk
• power pop
• Colorado