I am dreaming of another place, where grime accents cathedrals and beauty lives with dread,
Bird-littered sky, belle-laide.
In modern and the baroque, sublime and grotesque,
In gargoyles and angels, passage and opaque...you are.
I am sinking in my heart,
The hunchback is mute with love,
The secret in his head is our head,
Tender monsters, belle-laide.
In gawk and in grace, embrace and disdain,
The erotic and the chaste, in restraint and sate...you are.
You are,
You are.
A mind-numbing smog creates these glorious streaks,
But in sunsets spill danger, even as they shine down on the weak.
I am driving a lunarscape,
Madness whirls upon the Earth,
A manic clam in my head,
Ungainly, stunning, belle-laide.
Bliss and grief, withhold and release,
Chaos and form, the eye and the storm,
The eye and the storm, chaos and form,
Withhold, release, bliss and grief...you are.
