Under the nocturnal panoply of stars
We unfurled our fragile dreams.
And the crystal silence of the Mojave
Held her protective hand o' o'er us.
And in this night we were like orphans
That got to know their mothers name.
And numbed by the wine of Babylon
We redefined the constellations.
Foolish we thought that we were safe
If only we would just believe it so hard.
To the dirge of hope we held on so tightly
And with which we eventually vanished.
And when our lightness drowned
In Stella Artois and Menthol Cigarettes,
We buried our rags
With false pride under Orion's arc light.!
