A Single Thrown Grenade

I will strip away all my associations
 I will only mean the things I choose to say
 I will hear no dissent, hear no negotiations
 No bleats of fear to calm my thoughts astray
 No paradoxes, puzzles or reflections
 The things of time shall cease to concern us
 I'll be a single falling star into a lake so still
 That the ripples will be perfect on the surface
 The ripples will be perfect on the surface
 I will know for certain if he's up there
 And I will know for certain if he's not
 Either will be balm for this aching
 For all the things I want and haven't got
 I'll know the scorching hearts of our evil
 Don't know the simple nature of my fear
 I'll be a single thrown grenade into air so still
 That the shock-wave forms a perfect sphere
 The shock-wave forms a perfect sphere
 The sun burning over California
 The predictable beauty of a flame
 The thrill of your fingers in the evening
 The glory that I witness in your name
 I don't want to wake up tomorrow
 And I don't want to get old
 I will kiss you as the walls come tumbling down
 And the sheep sit bleating at the fold
 The sheep sit bleating at the fold