All my friends are half-gone birds
Are magnets, all my friends are words
All my friends are funeral singers
Funeral singers, funeral singers wailing.
Take me to the station
And put me on a train,
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again.
An unforseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.
Our Ethiopian bones
the pictures and the pills
remember when this was the ocean
tiny rivers bleed the map
the eye you lost in the crusades
is planted in the sand.
And in the morning after the night
I fall in love with the light
It is so clear I realize and now at last I have my eyes.