From the recording The Ruins of Our Age
The world is sustained By the whispers of lovers
Lyrics
THE RUINS OF OUR AGE
©2020 Michael R. J. Roth
He put the sky in his pocket
In case he needed a way out
He had a plan, a girl down at the diner
Where all the girls hang out
He knew a good thing when he saw one
And she had that shimmering skin
He felt naked in the Garden of Eden
Dreaming up an original sin
Chorus:
Amid the gleaming machines
That ride to lonely places
And the buildings that keep us encaged
We never seem to manage
To be who we mean to be
And we are the ruins of our age
His dreams caught on her finger
Like string on the motor of a boat
He believed he had to linger
While she untangled the words in his throat
All his doubts and insecurities
Made the passion turn lukewarm
She cut him down, then she released
His heart like a kite in a lightning storm
He fell on a hard truth
That broke his heart
The world is sustained
By the whispers of lovers
When they go silent
Under the covers
The world falls apart
Chorus:
Amid the gleaming machines
That ride to lonely places
And the buildings that keep us encaged
We never seem to manage
To be who we mean to be
And we are the ruins of our age