Will Stratton - At The Table Of The Styx Lyrics
Shall I speak or is it too soon?When you take all the blankets when we sleepAm I the watchman at our keep,Or does anything matter to you?When you're down in sleep's dark blissDo I play you with a kissOr does it all fall on deaf skinWhen I'm awake and you're all inAt the table of the Styx?Do I place a coin in your mouthAs you murmur, drifting southLike Ophelia at the endOr Elaine all wrapped in linenOr do I lie and try to restWith an arm under your neckWhat good is stillness when you're gone?At least I can hum a songWhy would I ever lieWould it be just to find myself beside youA dream half-dead?How could I ever liveWith the blood of a half-formed bird upon me,Draped on my head?How could I?The light, it asks to peer throughSo we've survived another dayHow could I nigh deceive you?When I'm just a broken knave?How could I?