The Broken Traveller [Lyrics]

Dedicated to Christopher Douglas

I’m taking my shoes off-
And it feels like once and for all-
Looking at feet that burn
Form walking away alone;
Thinking has to stop-
In that clever way I always fall-
In precious little I learn,
‘Cause nothing makes it my own.

And in my fading mind,
My Saint Christopher goes blind;
Which path can I move on,
When he is every inch of gone?

Life is a broken path
Where the broken traveller
Falls.
Life is without an end
When all teleology is
Flawed.

I’m remembering without you,
Gathering possessions I’ve left,
A life that would have been,
But now it’s winding towards 'never is';
Threading the end through,
Finality and a taste of death,
A
s a life you go on to succeed,
Leaving me in a fictional this. 

And in my fading mind,
My Saint Christopher goes blind;
Which path can I move on,
When he is every inch of gone? 

Life is a broken path
Where the broken traveller
Falls.
Life is without an end
When all teleology is
Flawed. 

Hang me on a cross
And let the procession march through
My existence and my sin-
It is all true,
All true…
To do with…
All to do with you. 

Life is a broken path
Where the broken traveller
Falls.
Life is without an end
When all teleology is
Flawed. 

Life is a broken path
Where the broken traveller
Falls.
(Without a guiding man)
Life is without an end
When all teleology is
(A rosary broken)
All teleology is…
(Smashed into pieces)
When all teleology is
Flawed!

The End

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