(Some of those) Skeletons

Weard / Bensusan

Available On The Album 'Writing in a Skeleton Key' by That Legendary Wooden Lion

All lyrics copyright That Legendary Wooden Lion

A time consumed

A lifetime eaten in that anaconda way

And he presumed

There’d be happy ending, waiting for him, at the close of play

And as that sun was going down

Across the skyline of the town

Across the furrows of his frown

Across a life exhumed

He took the path

And followed blindly as his fate led on and on

To cry – or laugh

Or sit there mutely, as the clocks ticked – wonder where the time’s all gone

And as the path so steep and winding

And the truth not for the finding

And the darkness far too blinding

And the silence not a fitting epitaph

Back in that town

A place he’d left so long before back in his youth

An origin found

Extrapolate his life, from there, on to some higher truth

But focus held from his eyes

He hears his young self as it cries

He hears his former lover’s sighs

His heart is not just beating now it pounds

And they’re just some of those skeletons

Your closet has no room for

The dust that lies in long locked rooms

You’d never find a broom for

Or find some way to pick it up

Or carpets you could sweep it under

As you wander endless corridors

Of locked rooms without number

That light you saw at tunnel’s end

You made your destination

Is something large and metal

And it’s just leaving the station

Forget the past – and take the life you choose!