Immortal

Andrew Austin (c) 1983

A draft in a crack of window
A cold shoulder
A faint smoulder
A withered plant stuck in the snow

The empty trees look skyward
Above the sparrows tracks
Below my windows growing cracks
Beside my father's world war sword

Staring out my frosty portal
Hanging from a rusty gutter
Drip icycles to make me shutter

The empty trees look skyward
Above the sparrows tracks
Below my windows growing cracks
Beside my father's world war sword
He can't remember which one, though

I wish like rain
I could be immortal
Flowing to a sea
Of endless wisdom

From Critical Mass' second studio effort Strings Attached (1984).