Art of Subtlety

If there is an art to subtlety

then I don’t know how to use it

one night I thought I hit it hard,

I fell from the boulevard

For here between two shores I wander:

Holding broken mirrors I wander:

Chasing ghosts and smoke I wonder

(my love)

If there is an art to subtlety

then I think I’ve abused it

wish the currents of the ripple tide

would come carry me far away

holding broken mirrors, I wander:

chasing ghosts and smoke I wonder

Help me please I want her

(my love)

I pray in the stillness of a drunken night

lend me some bolts of melody

because I’d set my love so far and wide

and satisfy impossible desire