When the sun rose it dawned on me,
all my dreams and memories
cast shadow puppets on the walls of time.
I had fun making them, and they were signs
We had to tame hyenas, alter evolution.
We had the same ideas but came to
we threw balls into cups
and got the hiccups,
we stumbled about with mirth and glee
then came tumbling back down to earth and sea,
It was evidence that the pastor
was a bastard,
and that he led me so far
Scolding my innocence, cursing this ill omen,
nursing my solemness, its cold in these hills again.