Awaken from the bliss of sleep

The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light

I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond the bend

Beneath the flutter of desperate wings

they sing a song of reclamation

Where tomorrows hanging horizon

interupts the hum of electrical towers

Here, there are the shallow graves, the shallower romances

and the shallowest of words still to be spoken

and there you are with open ears

Locust reign on your parade