Purple In The Shadows
stillness
in her breast in her loins in her person
the
notion never seemed so crystal clear
the
pages of her sketch book front to rear
she
had predicted all the things that now were here
there's
an explanation behind every miracle
it
maybe hard to digest but they all suggest you
think
about how much your burdens weigh
there
must be some kind of strange disconnection
between
her thoughts and the actions she takes
she
takes her art so goddamned seriously
it's
a mosaic murder prophecy
it's
all drawn out the way it will be done tonight
should
we be responsible for our insanity
there
may be a person or two or three inside you
do
they tell each other 'bout there days
walking
so callously to the crime scene
like
a zombie created from puffer fish
and
now coming up to the place where the vision came to life
the
child the dog the husband and the wife
bodies
are arranged like the branches of a bonsai
crimson
in the light but it's purple in the shadows
a
siren in the distance starts to grow
she
takes a snapshot now it's time to blow
away
from this terrible blight
are
the reasons for actions even relevant
there
is a reward in store that she can't wait for
when
the sketches are assembled on the wall
Lyrics written by T. Randolph Scott