For Every Love That's Born There Is A Cry

For every birth, there is a cry For every dream, there is a wave That recedes on a worn-out lie For every figurative metaphor There is a simile of you on my mind For every rueful discrepancy There is a sordid singing in the sky Oh just to fly a little higher, higher Then an unanswered question - asking why. Oh, I'll never learn my lesson You'll just have to embalm my will In your falling gravity and embrace me again Until I'm also bound in these covers of war and peace With a broken spine ripped at the seams Hell I'm going to dream, I'm not going to cry Till even these ephemeral wings can't fly I'm going to sink and swim In every cloud on every seraphim-wave until I die For every figurative metaphor There isn't a simile for you in a funfair mirror For every rueful discrepancy, there is an image That I just want to drown in without you Under every wave, for-however-long time goes on I just want to bob-on the waves with you …On and on, on and on and on... Because for every love that's born there is a cry For every dream, there is a wave That recedes on a worn-out lie.