The Comforting of a Transparent Life - Giardini Di Mirò, Alessandro Raina, Styrofoam

He says he wants to buy a metal shade

Which they’ll never collide

She fills the room with dark blades of grass

That she couldn’t revive

The plastic trees of the wasted time

On a winter’s end are fading her mind

The crucifix on the liquor’s blue

Hits the comforting of a transparent life

What twenty years at last will give?

She can’t make him stop

She can’t make her stop but he knows she will

She’s filtering the pastor’s truth

He’s fingering with her feelings' glue

But the frequency could make’em stop

(this knot is standin' still)