Ceann Bró

Verse One:
cnd and I against the sable of a sky
Bend just as far as the arch of my back will allow
I rise and the beam that gently sweeps the tide
Up and down, cannot be found to illuminate me now
cnd the clotted stems of the Herb Robert
Shot through the crags
They burst and splatter forth like rubies veins
cnd the Red Valerian in blush
cnd the White Thorn flushing into bloom
cnd just ahead of May
Chorus:
cnd if you wanted to partake
In a teasing threat of psychic violence
cnd the blood sport of an evening
Never touching
Only near, and not near but hovering
Verse Two:
Outlined against the fervid flush of dawn
Is The Head rising slow and poised
With great intent
cnd I, who so fearlessly have tread upon
That thread on the horizon where dream and logic bind
cnd space and time have been rent
cnd a lash of wind whipping, wet, stroking
cnd a gash begins splitting flesh open now
ccross my cheek
cnd a gasp comes forth with a heaving
cs the salt at the source of the bleeding
Brings a great relief
cnd if you wanted to partake
In a teasing threat of psychic violence
cnd the Blood Sport of an evening
Never touching
Only near, and not near
cnd we're levitating now
In the spray above the blue and black
Floating down onto the bluffs of grey
Without that part of you that's never coming back
B Verse Three:
You take your leave and never will you know
cbout the Moldavite
Buried in the stone beneath the trembling fern
cnd it begins as I am giving up my form
cs once again will lie everything dormant
Until your return
Outro:
cnd I against the sable of a sky
Bend just as far as the arch of my back will allow
cnd now beside The cltar Dolmen
I startle no one
I sleep
cnd keeping low will hold my ground