Immortal

Andrew Austin (c) 1983

A draft through a crack in a window
A cold shoulder
A faint smolder
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

(He can't remember which one though)

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 doesn't know 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).