Marion and the Martyr

 

marion lives on the short side of 20
she knows a lover is easy to find
and that life is a feast in the mansions of plenty
out where the dumb lead the blind
and late in the night, when the martyr arises
I suffer alone in my jeans
like many another, I cast off my rudder
to wander adrift on my dreams
and I'll sit here for now, with my hand on the bow
and suffer as long as it takes
but life's getting harder
whenever the martyr awakes

those blinking eyes, blinking eyes
are carving out their waxen caves
and me and marion are lying here wondering how to behave
she's a brownstone baby with a studio apartment
knows a lot about Europe and art and
I don't know much, but I'm willing to learn
and marion's lying here letting her candles burn


she's saying "love only happens the first time
love only happens the first time
some things are only worth doing once
and love only happens the first time"


those blinking eyes, blinking eyes
are peeking out of their waxen shells
and me and marion are lying here, wondering what to do with ourselves
looking back on a fading pinnacle
too young to be this cynical
and the point of being young is being unconcerned
but I'm just lying here letting marion burn
I'm just lying here letting marion burn

marion comes like the last day of summer
eager and sweaty and over too soon
and marion moves to a faraway drummer
here in the light of my room
so I'll wait here for now with my hand on the bough
and follow it down till it breaks
but life's getting harder whenever the martyr awakes

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