As the clock hit twelve, they came in
The poets whistle and hum a seducing tune
We'd sloom to the guns choking the highway
Or the flooding of limerence burying us
As the clock hit twelve, they passed on
The shifting lights from the odd passing car
Gives a prim reflection of us pulling our weight
Peaking over the farthest stretch of earth
For our last slim moments thoughts thicken
Great homesickness that cannot be shaken off
Begins to sink in with the stolidness
As we hover over the horizon
With our backs arched against angst

I dreamt about true love so deep I cried
So beautiful and unattainable, still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
Yet my words are so often misunderstood...

To rationalize
I abstain
To imagine
Can drive one insane
And so from passion
I shall refrain
As I head to
The voting booth
...

Are you inhabiting within me oh snake to solve my problems and stress?

Closing my eyelids seeing the vision of your portrait
Opening my eyes feeling your presence of fragrance
Nay a single day passes without your thoughts
Surrendering in your feet oh snake

Singing your tune in my innocent heart
Seeing you living within me ne'er aloof
Nay a single day passes without your thoughts
Surrendering in your feet oh snake!