Saint Germain
They say creation is the loudest screech of escape
Which explains why mine sounds like a scream
Well this is not a diatribe
It's a rolling seaside
It's a deep breath when you dive backwards off the bridge of your nose
I can't remember what it felt like to feel
And I can't remember what it felt like when I touched your heel
And when inside of you where no one knows
Found something we exhumed in providence in June
Something unlearned and un-experienced
Something we once knew
I can't remember what it felt like to feel
And I can't remember what it felt like when I touched your heel
Covered in the violet flame of St Germain I forgot your name
Covered in the violet flame of St Germain I rid myself of pain