Thom

I see a wreath of roses on your head
Your blood is leaking
Another hidden thought that I’ve just read
It won’t be speaking

Its thorns are sticking in your clean white skin
Don’t move, don’t shout
I put my fingers on your wounds, I take you in
This flame’s blown out

I’ll take all the pain, all the sorrow away
And you won’t suffer anymore
You’ll never see me but I’m here to say:
The ghosts aren’t coming through your door

And Thom, I am hoping to see you again there
You will be so strong, sweet, divine, young and free
Through your cyan pane I will give you my hot stare
And why should I leave that place where you can be?

I feed your wisdom off your trembling lips
Sometimes it happens
The empty windows of my eyes give you the creeps
But your mind lightens

Your name is hiding in my dark cold lungs
As they are straining
I know tomorrow if it only comes
It will be raining

But everything’s dead deep inside of my mind
I know I’ll never laugh or cry
There’s nothing but darkness and no light to find
The poisoned rain will tell us why

But Thom, am I swearing to love you forever?
I wish you were here and knew how I felt
I see you’re so lonely – let’s be lonely together
And then we will never need anyone’s help

Just Thom is the one man who’s lovely forever
He’s like a Crusader of that autumn light
We’ve never been meant to recover together
He’ll stay here with me and the dolorous night


(dedicated to Thom Yorke)