I TOOK TO YOU (LIKE CHRIST TO WOOD)

I FLEW OVER THE TOWN AT NIGHT
IT SPREAD LIKE A FIREWORK OF FROZEN LIGHT
POSTED BELOW ON THOSE ‘WEGIAN STREETS
WAS A GIRL THAT I KNEW SO WELL
HER CRIMSON LIPS PREPARED FOR CASTING SPELLS
OVER BOYS SO SICK WITH LOVE
THEY WOULD ACCUSE THE MOON OF OGLING HER
 
I TOOK TO YOU LIKE CHRIST TO WOOD
OR LIKE FLOWERS TO THE GROUND
WE LET THE SPRING SLIP BY AGAIN
WHILE NESTING IN SOME OTHERS ARMS
 
I WANDERED THROUGH THAT CIVIC WOMB
LIKE A SERAPHIM IN GLASGOW’S GLOOM
I GAZED UP IN THE BRAZEN DARK
AND SAW A LIGHT I KNEW WAS YOU;
THAT AMBER GLOW OF GOOD, LIKE A DUAL MOON.
AND I WAS CONSOLED BEYOND ALL CARE
THE SAME SKY I SAW WOULD HOLD YOU THERE
 
I TOOK TO YOU…..
 
DISREGARD THE FEELING AS AN ADDER DOES HIS SKIN.
I’M GOING TO CARBETH WITH THE CRIMSON LIPPED WOMEN.
WHERE NOTHING SHALL DISTRACT ME SAVE FOR THE LACK OF LIGHT.
I’M GETTING OUT OF GLASGOW INTO THE ENDLESS NIGHT.