Is love not a feeling for fool or a king
\nWho hides the drawn dagger with a smile?
\nIs shame not the feeling that red-faced boys
\nCherish in their heroin vials?<\/p>\n
Oh the unsexed beat of the kettle drum
\nAnd the notion which binds it to me
\nThe genderless lick of acoustic guitars
\nHelps the blind dragon to see.
\nLove of danger and a dangerous love
\nAre never the same so it seems
\nSleeping Beauty and when beauty\u2019s asleep
\nAre different from the dragon\u2019s dreams.<\/p>\n
I sing my love to the funeral crowd
\nFor those who wait on my death
\nI sing my love to a swirling cloud
\nStirred by the fear in your breast.<\/p>\n
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king
\nWho hides the drawn dagger with a smile?
\nHave you been to the dragon\u2019s hot lair
\nHave you walked that treacherous mile?<\/p>\n
Winded desperation of tiny flutes
\nWhisper of winter still to come
\nA timpani rain in the April aisle
\nPromises a golden sun.
\nBut what of the clouds and the billowing smoke
\nOf dragons run through with the sword?
\nThat gasp their utter devotion to song
\nBut can\u2019t find appropriate words.<\/p>\n
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king
\nWho hides the drawn dagger with a smile?
\nDid you see the red-faced clown
\nWho hanged before the judges came to trial?<\/p>\n
Like the shock of the single gunshot
\nThat made the babes cry in the night
\nThe symphony dies as the curtain comes down
\nAnd the conductor\u2019s lips are drawn tight.
\nHe\u2019s dined with kings and has drunken with fools
\nHas tried his best for them all
\nLove is at best a tenuous thing
\nHe smiled and the dagger let fall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is love not a feeling for fool or a king Who hides the drawn dagger with a smile? Is shame not the feeling that red-faced boys Cherish in their heroin vials? Oh the unsexed beat of the kettle drum And (…)<\/p>\n