conor miley

Lyrics

In my mind the devil rings a warning bell,
It echoes all around.
Beyond the point where lovers go,
Out to some failing theatre show,
It sounds.

Though her voice may call on me,
And feed my yearning,
Empathy catches like a melody in the ether,
Suddenly, I am back to where I stood,
Dangling on the edges of denial.

And it was me who saw the sweethearts in full flow,
Then watched affection come and go with the ease of a folding domino.

It would seem that she plays a mean, hard-hearted game for cruel sport,
But everything's confused.
Devoted words hang in the air,
Just residue, reshaped and reproduced.

And though she's just an anecdote of playful times and inner jokes,
Her memory lingers like a ghost next to me.
A baritone bellow from my bursting chest,
I'm babbling in a vacuum to no-one.

Saying, "it was me who saw the sweethearts come undone on a street in Babylon",
Where each girl has a place and a song in their name.

But, it seems that in the age of wannabies,
She's a ringer for the queen,
Or just a lost honeybee.

In my mind the devil sings a harmony,
It makes the bloody sound of a thousand tales of tragedy,
A million words all strewn across the ground.

And though my walls came crashing in a fit of love,
A mothering archangel came to take me in,
She soaked my feet and bathed my skin,
And I was calling out her name,
Singing to the heavens for a clue.

Singing, "it was me who saw the sweethearts in full flow,
Then watched my lover come and go like a thief",
At the end of it all,
She is free.

But, it seems that in the age of wannabies,
She's a ringer for the queen,
Or just a lost honeybee.