Pure Chance The Church

What chance of meeting
So far out here
As if repeating
What's never clear

The verdant meadows
The smoky coil
The air and ether
The boiling soil

I read your novel
The names were switched
I heard you travel
You must be rich

Those distant cities
Are safe and warm
Within their walls
Of chloroform

Home
It's so far away now
Pure chance
It's so far
It's so far away now