I was making speeches telling lies
In a faithless forward fashion,
Underneath us there some sacred spy,
Making love and giving lessons.
Soon enough I think I will advise
In a dark room long and lonely,
All the time we take to realize
Is a red and righteous ending.
But I can tell.
I know you well.
My hands are numb.
From what we've done.
Bury it.
Bone of heart and heart of sinking steel
With a love that shaped our bruises.
I have stretched the silence thin as wire,
What is lost is never useless.
But they can tell.
They know too well.
We're all so wrong.
But now it's done.
Bury it.
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