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margaret and the moon - pulp musicals lyrics

narrator
margaret cavendish
lived in the westchester hotel
there, she set the stratfords up
now they had a pad as well
all expenses paid
here, protected by security
on the building’s highest floor
usually not the ones for charity
rose and samuel stayed
when she opened her door
they saw models of planets spinning
shelves with books to the ceiling
margaret’s room was like a museum
smart and impeccably kept
she had maps of the earth and sky
lavishly hanging in golden frames
rose believed this place to be heaven
and read until she slept
a single chair next to the window
a sprawling view of the atlantic
a spiral stairway to the rooftop
samuel followed margaret
the moon was shining
softly through the clouds
margaret started to cry
margaret
do you know what ‘phantom pain’ is?

samuel
i’m afraid not

margaret
it’s a medical condition where a patient feels pain in an area that’s been amputated
new studies have shown that this condition can last for years

samuel
why are you telling me this?

margaret
because it’s the best way to describe how i’ve felt my entire life. something inside me was lost long ago, mr. stratford. what, exactly, i do not know

samuel
is that why you cry?

margaret
i don’t cry because i mourn
i don’t cry because i’m scared
i cry because it’s possible…
i’ve always felt connected to the moon
as if it wasn’t that far
like it hung closer to me than anybody
close enough to whisper
she’s never spoken to me this way
we both live privately
there are times that i feel
two*hundred thousand miles away
just like her
as if i’m staring at the world from a distance
can’t you see me?
can’t you see me reaching out?
am i not one of your own?
we’re together, but alone
we would have a staring contests
like we were children
like we are in this moment
and i would never cease to be the first to blink
until now
until now
until now
i don’t know what this means for the world
but i know what it means to me
if something so mysterious can be solved
then perhaps my mystery seems small
maybe i’ll have my answers soon
l cry because it’s possible
my truth is out there
somewhere between the earth and the moon
narrator
margaret smiled with her eyes
then turned and walked away
samuel bowed his head
unsure of what to say
the hope in her voice
like moonlight through a cloud
tender and strong
distant and loud
samuel was curious
samuel was ashamed

- pulp musicals lyrics

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