In the Gold Room

It's just conversation When we speak in the wilderness Deep 'til the dawn and night. There's beauty in not having it. But when on stone hands Under the arcades, the Luckiest choice was surrender, Coincidence of grace. To leave it unspoken as an Angel Would be merely to hold Shapes in the gold Room if everybody gets what They want. Our bodies are passed the Time. No need to imagine hell. The lust does not satisfy My parched heart unfilled. A knowledge of your name Sheds a half subtle spell. You look with your eyes of family With outstretched arms of a herd. To leave it unspoken As an angel Would be merely to hold Shapes in the gold room Everybody Gets what they want. To leave it unspoken as an Angel would be merely to Hold shapes in the gold Room If everybody gets what they Want.