Old Mythologies

Three, four

It's probably now that I need you the most
When I'm one half child and the other ghost
And one of 'em wants to pull you close
And the other to let you go

But time's criminal love hard-won
And love defies everyone
Inside my skin, a skeleton
Is warming up his act

My body's my dog and my friend doesn't bite
Though he looks severe and erudite
At a hundred degrees Fahrenheit
He's as cool as an ermine

If one of these is a poison cup
And my acceptance seems abrupt
But if you're gonna line 'em up
Well, I have to knock 'em down

Well, there's nothing so wrong that what's right can't fix
And despite how blood and water mix
And when a pony runs out of tricks
And his work has just begun

No law or duty bade me fight
Just a lonely impulse of delight
And balancing had brought to mind
The years to come, the years behind

Will I grow weary of the sun?
Remembering what I have done
With old mythologies?

You gotta choose
You wanted the song to rescue us
Amy, what did you leave for us?
So we could get home

Solomon sang Sheba's grace
And he kissed her soft and sulking face
If one of us has to leave this place
Will the other come along?

We been on the 'round and 'round
Shared our kisses by the pound
And chased our shadows on the ground
Spilled our cups in Chinatown

Put up the moon, took down the sun
Played our songs for everyone
Remembering what we had done
With old mythologies

You gotta choose
You wanted the song to rescue us
Amy, what did you leave for us?

So we could get home
So we could get home