David Heavenor: Music

YOUR BLACK GAMES


I’ve seen you steal my star
I’ve seen you tear my saint
I’ve seen you scrawl your names
On all the paintings that I paint
And I can hardly wait, hardly wait to be you

The Devil’s at the door
The hangman’s at the gate
Should I let them in once more
And leave you to your fate?
No, I can hardly wait, hardly wait to be you

For if you can’t be here, I don’t want to here
If you can’t be real, I don’t want to be named
In your black games, your black games, your black games

Love’s waiting in the square
Love’s standing on the shore
Love’s on the mountain top
With flames and flights and doors
And I can hardly wait , hardly wait to free you

I know I’ve eyes to see you and lips that I might tell
How great is that redeemer now living down your well
I’ll meet you in the meadows, I’ll see you on the crags
But don’t wear that silk costume, I want to see you dressed in rags
Do you dare? Do you dare? Do you dare?