(Sullivan/Dean) 2024 It’s hidden in the coil of the clouds, somewhere in the corners of our phones It’s torn at the edges of the tattered photographs and in the long-buried bones I took the lion’s share of the spoils and all the things that were offered to me But you never pay such a high, high price as for the things you were told were for free Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there? You want us both to stare into the sun To see who is the one that blinks the first Do you really want to go there? I close my eyes, and I count to ten, I hold my tongue and then I count again Now the silences are long and loaded and detonation is near And the cornered animal will cower or attack when all it can feel is fear Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there? You want us both to stare into the sun To see who is the one that blinks the first You want us both to stare into the sun To see who is the one that blinks the first Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there? Do you really want to go there? Published by PRS/MCPS
