Lips - Ambo

you know we say the damndest things my love

you know we say the damndest things my love

we must see something here that’s invisible to most

maybe they’re not looking close enough

one minute I want to stand the next I wanna sit and stare

have you ever felt this way, or are you aware of these things?

hard to see when your eyes are open

the beauty of guilt and grief and pain is pure and untainted

it needs no explanation to understand it

it just is

it just is and it changes us

Her lips are red, like the dream I had of her precious grief

her lips are slightly parted and wet and soft and full

they enrage and confuse and clarify my ideas

and when they speak they sometimes break my heart

and wound

and wound

and wound

wound my soul

that’s where the blood comes — from the broken heart

that’s where the grief comes — from the confused soul

the grief lingers in the air like smoke

the rage resides in everyone

I lift my eyes for the help to come

I don’t know what the help may look like

I know it come somehow — someway — dammit, I hope

I see your smiling face at the dream’s end

Her lips are red

Her lips are red

just like the dream I had

look to the mountain

look to the mountain