Twisted Line - Felix Riebl

Was it the twisted line or straightened hook?

The Earth or just the hand that shook?

The flash or the forgotten stare?

Unconscious or just unaware?

We realised but couldn't think

We told the lie but couldn't wink

We crossed them worse than a crucifix

While skimming stones we watched it sink

I saw my eyes look back at me

I heard the sound my ears were meant to hear

My face was like a sundial half in shadow

Staring over at the figure standing where

I should have been

Remembering the sun forgets

Oblivious the ground regrets

In vacancy the flowers unfurl

In memories the clouds reset

We realised but couldn't link

We saw the light but couldn't blink

We stole the hours but not the time

Whose echo calls ‘What's yours is mine!'

I saw my eyes look back at me

I heard the sound my ears were meant to hear

My face was like a sundial half in shadow

Staring over at the figure standing where

I should have been Oh Oh Oh . . .

So burn if you want to burn

Burn if you want to burn

Burn if you want to burn

But give this place a rest

And turn if you want to turn

And turn if you want to turn

And turn if you want to turn

But give this house a rest

So where to now? I ask myself

You stranger that I knew so well

My heart is strained and I can't tell

Which way's heaven, and which is hell

Was it the twisted line or history?

The mind or just the mind we see

The liar or the one deceived

Do I know you? Or is-it you know me?

When all our eyes become the sea

When all our ears hear sounds we didn't hear

Then our faces make a sundial half in shadow

Staring over at the figures standing where

We should have been Oh Oh Oh . . .