high hopes

FOR WANT OF [rites of spring]
i - i believed - memory might mirror no reflections on me
i - i believed - that in forgetting i might set myself free
but i woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
and then i choked
i - i bled - i tried to hide the heart from the head
i - i bled - in the arms of a girl i'd barely met
and i woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
and then i drowned
(and if i can't see its for want of...)
you - you said, "i see", if there's nothing here then its probably mine
my - my turn to see if there's nothing here it will always be mine
i - i've learned the taste of days that will always burn
i - i've learned if its in the corner of my eye i can't always turn
(and if i don't see it's for want of...)

* if there's nothing here it will always be mine...