blow out the candles

don't be the martyr that i sing in this tune
who plays out the clown and plays the buffon
changing my skin as the sky changes blue
silly old scales that are timeless and used

plastic sane porters and looking glass shoes
she wears on her hair fine lights from the moon
kneel on the saddle and ride towards the womb
each one elected, selected for grooms

eyes that seek something, that seek out the wind
and troubles the company out of the sin
lonely and helpless we'll see you again
simple and twisted my silly old friend

checking and changing our way to the front
won't give it on over and won't give it up
not for the money laid down to the ground
not for the blood that's been shed all around

i can't spell it, the thought they aren't mine
my faces they flinch at the portraits in time
verily keeping both eyes to the moon
waxing and waning on diamonds like you

and i wish i could take it all on at one

blow out the candles
blow out the candles
by mid-july, no reason to try
winds will blow it all out to sea

blow out the candles
blow out the candles
middle december
always remember
the dangerous changes
blowing back to me

curtains are slapping the oiled wood
signal the end of the show
a sould re-arranged
the drawing and painting
that hang on the museum walls

nothing can train one for this kind of thing
a fright beyond all that we know
it whispers and sneers, and interferes
with our movement our ebb and our flow

and i wish i could take it all on at one

blow out the candles
blow out the candles
by mid-july, no reason to try
winds will blow it all out to sea

blow out the candles
blow out the candles
middle december
always remember
the dangerous changes
blowing back to me