A Feast of Consequences

I tear a page from the book of faces,

Throw your letters in an open fire,

I couldn’t say that I still despise you

But I’m finding it hard to not to

After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over

Did I want you to change your mind I don’t honestly think so

Picking me up like a lovesick puppet

You were dancing me over a burning flame

You kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining

You just wouldn’t let me go

We were running out of words, running out of lines, running out of things to say

We were running out of heart, running out of love, running out of reasons to stay

There was something so deeply flawed

In the beginning we tried to deny it

Like a crack in a china doll,

A masquerade in silence,

Where we try to recognise just who exactly we’re trying to hide

We played our roles in this grand design

Fooled ourselves in our own disguises

We were running out of pills, running out of smoke, running out of fine white wines,

We were running out of road, running out of fuel, running out of places to hide,

It’s a feast of consequences

Facing up to a feast of consequences

Bearing down on a feast of consequences

It looks like we’re dining alone

(GTR)

Table for one for a word drunk poet,

Losing my mind in a dancing flame,

It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining

It just wouldn’t let me go

We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources

We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows

If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds, it was all about time we faced the feast of consequences

Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences,

Can’t ignore this feast of consequences