Mar 13, 2003 06:11
saint christopher, help them please. i saw them floaTING on the little BREEZE. their hearts were tiny and their eyes were black, when i heard the whole world CRACK.
born in the time of the awful power, out of the ground like little FLOWERS, i saw them listen to the radio, and i can still hear it go:
...........
(when the sun comes up under the ground and
l-o-v-e is shining all around, down by the river
the Dragons play, digging for the light of day.)
i don't care if it takes too long, and i
really dont care about this SONG. i'll be outside
with the other freAKS where the cosmic waves
are weak.
i can't see you on this awful day, i
can't see you anymore anyway, RADIO waves
are in the way, its the DAWN of the cos-
mic day.
.........
(when the sun comes up in your
mind, say goodbye to all of your
kind...down by the river the dragons
die, watched by prophets in the sky.)