From "For Want of" - Rites of Spring (1985)
I believed memory might mirror no reflections on me. I believed that in forgetting, I might set myself free. But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat. And then I choked.
I bled. I tried to hide the heart from the head. I bled in the arms of a girl I’d barely met. And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground. And then I drowned.
And if I can’t see, it’s for want of you.
I guess I’ve learned the taste of days that will always burn. I guess I’ve learned if it’s in the corner of my eye, I can’t always turn. And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground. And then I drowned.
And if I can’t see, it’s for want of you.