Behind the Veil - Lyrics

Although I won’t speak out of turn, I may speak out of time
An elegant river of prose without reason or rhyme
Woodwork decaying, a scaffold replaces a throne
The measure of temporal power compares to the bones of the dying
Getting weaker yet still trying

The garden lies fallow as Fall’s diminishing light
Dies silently playing the shadows preceeding the night
The song of the bluebird is silenced as Winter draws near
A bishop approaches a marquise and says to her ear “Winter’s coming”
“Mark my words, the Kingdom is crumbling!”

Behind the veil where shadows play the innocent are prey to the bold
Unravelling mysteries yet missing the point, parroting answers of old
Remember to do what you’re told

Behind the veil where shadows play the innocent are prey to the bold
Unravelling mysteries yet missing the point, parroting answers of old
Remember the lies you’ve been told

© 2023 Christopher Cousineau