Gabriel

Tell me, tell me why, they teat me like a seer, my lips dissolve their cries, who says to run clear, call for stolen times, demand a veil of tears, i command a beautiful sight, candles scent their fear, bells ring out the night, my life contains all grief, a yellow robed proud engineer, fresh from their sleep, I walk like a man of dreams, through the city streets, they scream desolate screams, will they ring my feet, slash or burn my ears, ask the elders to entreat, our ship leaving Tyre, they love orators here, in darkness and green light, i'm ready for the spear.