I Thought I Understood The Underground Youth

This evil which we all have by birth
This charm inherited by chance
Washed in the artificial light
Spilled down from the ornate
From the ornate antique lamp

I thought I understood your yearning
For it looked, it looked identical to mine
I thought I understood your yearning
But you were yearning, yearning for another time

Dried flowers hang dead from the gallows
The nails in the walls of your room
Charcoal sketches they lie naked
Across the pages, the pages of a novel torn in two

I thought I understood your yearning
For it looked, it looked identical to mine
I thought I understood your yearning
But you were yearning, yearning for another time