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Apr 2012
All our bodies have been burnt underneath
Our twirling lightning mad lonesome sun
Someone told me the end was near but I
Laughed and said, "Our time has only just begun"

I watch the trillions of stars float in a stand still and
See that we are only them & they are only us
Each mother we know and every father we didn't
Came from a place we swear only to be dust

So in secret we lay underneath newly washed silken sheets
She wears your earrings as you wear her Jamaican rings
The music of the Cubans plays outside your dusty window
Both wondering where the money is coming from tomorrow

A shot is heard and a man's echo of a scream follows
Trampling ensues where terror rumbles in unison below
Where there was once justice reveals the lie behind chaos
Gold on the table but everyone is gone, all homeless, all undressed

Our home shows illusion as confusion spills her red wine
At a party she was not invited, where all the guests start to whine
Each fish in their ball starts to scream for more and more food
And I'm in the corner staring off to a universe that shows no mood

Where was the home I read about in the daily news?
Homes where nothing ever seemed to be blue?
The fairy tale that was carried by tiny little boats
Across a placid sea where underneath a volcano is raging

File cabinet fields laid with pristine amber glass
Making the one's you love think & step back
Hearts on their shoulders, hate inside their heart
Didn't know where I came from once we drifted apart

Now the battle with night is coming to an end
I've got no letters stamped or any envelopes to send
All the houses I knew as a child have drifted into the clouds
I see an old friend, but he goes, evaporating into the crowd
Written by
Mitchell
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