33 Flames For Mary Testo

Down in 'never-never-ever-been-that-ordinary' land
Where the crossroads of forever stretch in infinite directions
Where sound and light disseminate through tiny holes in the time-traversing van
Wait 'til the weather's getting better and we'll revitalize the Plan
Was it ever-ever really alive and within your reach?
Or did it crumble in the face of sweet success with it's meek retreat?
Will the world still spin this night despite this man?
Who could have never-ever-ever have designed this odd journey
Odd journey: with no fortunes of note sustained
Save the bane of under-quenched thirsts that sap the Day
Of any soft or sympathetic ears left to accost along the Way
Nothing ever does exist until it's executed
But by then you're beyond the Line of Absoluted
How can you do it when you show up late for that?
Could there have ever been a better bet laid on a surer thing?
Then one who's credible, devoted, optimistic, true, and trusting
To simply cite the results is to immensely overlook the strong significance
To one who thirsts for the ballad that this siren once agreed to sing
Significance: upsets the balance in the happy fools ear
Within their ducts it dams up his truthful tears
And then extinguishes the flames by Quixotic thought and providential fear
I rearrange the pieces of the past
Until today makes sense someway, somehow
Although distress flairs light up tonight's sky
I just cannot be bothered with that now
And I'm never gonna be here again
And I'm never gonna be there again
There is only so much tension -
You can cumber away until the mind no longer bends
(And I'm never gonna be there again)
And I really haven't been anywhere since then
(And I'm never gonna be there again)
There is only so much passion one can drink while his soul is on the mend
And I'm never gonna be here again
What can you do when you -
Show up late for...
...and your day's already been before...
...and your key no longer unlocks that door?