Take me for what I am.
A star newly emerging.
Long simmering, explode.
Inside the self is reeling.
In the pocket of the heart,
in the rushing of the blood,
in the muscle of my ***,
in
the mindful mindless love.
I accept the newfound man
and I set the twilight reeling.
At five
in the moon and sun,
sits set before my window.
Light glances off the blue glass we set right
before the window.
And you who accept in your soul and your head what was misunderstood,
what was thought of with dread.
A new self is born, the other self dead.
I accept the newfound man
and set the twilight reeling.
A soul singer stands on the stage.
The spotlight shows him sweating.
He sinks to one knee,
seems to cry.
The horns are unrelenting.
But as the drums beat, he finds himself growing
hard in the microphone's face.
He sees the face growing large and the swelling crescendo
no longer retards.
I accept the newfound man
and set
the twilight reeling.
Oh.
As the twilight sunburst gleams,
as the chromium moon it sets,
as I lose all my regrets,
and set the twilight reeling,
I accept the newfound man
and set the twilight reeling.
I accept the newfound man and set the twilight reeling.