adam black

Lyrics

pretty girl; gloomyeyed,
with the tilt of a wilting flower,
craven, bends to tawdry trends’
lies of “love” set in springly bowers,

and that which passes show
lingers lonely in her bones.

ennui, in stifled sighs,
(bitter) breaks in a spate of tears.
overwrought from comforts caught
in a yarn spun from fruitless fears.

and that which passes show
lingers lonely in her bones.

in the arms of a man
can she come to understand
who she was made to be?
oh it’s hard, i know,
to bear the ache of being alone
but we aren’t lost to the inane,
there’s a Love that still remains.

youthful eyes, now faded dim,
lost their light by some sleight of hand.
sorrow sown in suits of woe,
barely bound by some sable strands.

and that which passes show
lingers lonely in her bones.

in the arms of a man
can she come to understand
who she was made to be?
oh it’s hard, i know,
to bear the ache of being alone
but we aren’t lost to the inane,
there’s a Love that still remains.

in the arms of a man
blood has bought by pierced hands
upon that blessed tree.
it was Love there spoken;
Love that wrought His body broken
that you might come to know
you’ve never been alone.