Today I heard the message
In clear and purple prose
Of matrimonies vestige
Does it belong to the unknown
So where is bliss
Nothing ever shows
Wistfully we persist
Today I heard you crying
About vulgarians abound
Pushed till you believed in dying
But in each other we are found
So where is bliss
Heart as a stone
Wistfully we exist
Least we feel the same
We know they’re rudimentary
It would be strange to think we’re found
For we got lost in longing
Sweet to know
To know that you’re around
So where is bliss
Let us atone
