Bauhaus

Tomb flowers will bloom
With new tales of random serenity
And the fabric of dreams
Will always exist.
Like a soul in action
From the kingdom
Of the white on white idols
Here dreaming in new gowns.
You'll hear the riddle of prayers calling
In the lurking lipstick scenes
And a young man held to a flexible God
And pretty girls who scream.
The lost and found
Will lay with their still love
And lift your echoing heart
In a private paradise of dreams
And an air that falls apart.
- Bauhaus 1998