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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
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Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
A Home Not Found
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
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Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
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