Birth Pangs in Spring

She's spinning in the rain
in the same place anger
assassinated melancholy

The victim is victor again
When midnight bleeds its back door
hint of anarchy

But she can't change blue to red
Can't resurrect the dead

A razor torn sky
lying exposed in bed

She smells the birth pangs of spring
the infinite pause of sorrow
when the birds sing

Lift it up for me to see
The remnant of your melancholy

From midnight to the morning plea
The faded voice of anarchy

She's spinning in the rain
The same place promiscuity
murdered chaste

But Jezebel is Mary once again
when noontime sheds its skin of
haste

Hold it up for me to see
The remnants of your sanity

From midnight to the morning plea
a faded voice..... of sympathy