Make Light
From Manners (2009)
By Michael Angelakos (2008)
So, now we see
Comes burying
My burnt remains
These puddled clouds
Oh, I…
I understand now
But darkness falls like
Shattered pieces
Dangling, shimmering
Torn and tattered yet crowned
Oh, I’ll not be told “no” to
“No more!”
You must believe to
Hear me sing these
Messy morsels of my
Self-assuring love
Oh, its painful kneading
Yes, I lie and I wrangle
With prospective angles
That glare me down and
Face me with all I do wrong
Why do they all look like me?
So I try
And I scream and I
Beg and I sigh
Just to prove I’m alive
And it’s alright
’cause tonight there’s a way that I’ll
Make light of my treacherous life
Make light!
If I had hands I’d
Hold up high my
Lofty dreams and my
Alibi’s real name
But I have no strength
So I toss and I
Turn and I spit in the
Urn, there’s a ghost in your
Eye, there is someone that
Knows more than I
But I’m quick to deny
So I try
And I scream and I
Beg and I sigh
Just to prove I’m alive
And it’s alright
’cause tonight there’s a way that I’ll
Make light of my treacherous life
Make light!