Luke Saint
03-06-2008, 12:42 AM
Before Victory hung in the sky
The hearts of men were settled in.
Led to heartache and musing
When she takes it all away
By accepting this easy trade.
Yes, that's us over there.
Victory was mine but I
Pointed it down and crashed it away.
I was led to believe
That she really loved me some.
Too often an easy trade;
Convenience of circumstance.
Victory pointed out to me
That sharing troubles can make it easier to become one.
The more you love someone out there
Gives less room for them to come in.
Minds don't see eye to eye,
Making way for number three.
Victory spells "well we sink,"
We won the war but the battles all stink.
Victory discovered me,
Sunken in a can at the bottom of a forgotten sea.
What had become of me?
I'm still there these days
When it's all of them at once,
And feelings of her course within.
I become a broken poet,
Half-heartedly speaking completely
Of the shallow road I'm left to.
Victory means stepping through
That which shadows tomorrow
And taking your claim to its custody today.
Victory brought light that I might see,
But she brought music to tell me another way.
In my own time I have written
One million lies, not of moral,
But of misunderstanding.
Victory took my point of view and
Painted it with southern flare
So that everyone could see me smile.
And then everyone still knew I cared.
That night you left me,
I let you walk away
Because a fool deserves to walk in the dark.
To face with shadow alone
In the dark, all alone
Because victory is a dying fad.
Tying it together I'd like to say
That hopelessness is a restriction of possibility.
There are a million victories,
Few more, many many less though than the original.
"In your thoughts while driving alone
The outlines of other places take you to where I'm not."
Victory has not mine but to hold the one by her word.
Am I to walk victoriously overboard?
The hearts of men were settled in.
Led to heartache and musing
When she takes it all away
By accepting this easy trade.
Yes, that's us over there.
Victory was mine but I
Pointed it down and crashed it away.
I was led to believe
That she really loved me some.
Too often an easy trade;
Convenience of circumstance.
Victory pointed out to me
That sharing troubles can make it easier to become one.
The more you love someone out there
Gives less room for them to come in.
Minds don't see eye to eye,
Making way for number three.
Victory spells "well we sink,"
We won the war but the battles all stink.
Victory discovered me,
Sunken in a can at the bottom of a forgotten sea.
What had become of me?
I'm still there these days
When it's all of them at once,
And feelings of her course within.
I become a broken poet,
Half-heartedly speaking completely
Of the shallow road I'm left to.
Victory means stepping through
That which shadows tomorrow
And taking your claim to its custody today.
Victory brought light that I might see,
But she brought music to tell me another way.
In my own time I have written
One million lies, not of moral,
But of misunderstanding.
Victory took my point of view and
Painted it with southern flare
So that everyone could see me smile.
And then everyone still knew I cared.
That night you left me,
I let you walk away
Because a fool deserves to walk in the dark.
To face with shadow alone
In the dark, all alone
Because victory is a dying fad.
Tying it together I'd like to say
That hopelessness is a restriction of possibility.
There are a million victories,
Few more, many many less though than the original.
"In your thoughts while driving alone
The outlines of other places take you to where I'm not."
Victory has not mine but to hold the one by her word.
Am I to walk victoriously overboard?