If the mountain fell tomorrow
Then the foothills wouldn’t seem so far to go
And screams of joy on stone deaf ears
The layers peel themselves off slow

The scenes flood the memory now
The field and the stars and the whispering dunes
Tiptoe shadows in the meadows of the dreamer’s land
And endless arousal

It was only a kiss on the lips
It was only a tear on the cheek
It was only a brush on the breast
A casual smile unlike the rest
A cyanide tooth

And what was the silent obsession?
And where came the hidden release?
We swore all these things belonged to tomorrow’s child
Who feels no regrets

It was only a kiss on the cheek
It was only a tear on the lips
It was nothing but pure and delight
A bleeding of warm candlelight
A cyanide tooth

If the towers fell tomorrow
You’ll beg, steal buy and borrow

Hope