Book born vagrants fishing Endless, aimless in the Flooded palace where the King of Venice used to lie
Lonely woman plants a Roof top garden from the Soil that's blown in and the Seeds that washed up on the tides
Two young orphans burning Ancient paintings and Victorian tables just to Keep from freezing in the night
They were born here knowing Nothing other than the Tales of mad men swearing And before them used to lie
All very peaceful now They have forgotten how Greed used to drive us to fight And to climb
Wild people Nearly feral Living on what they can find Just the fish and the fisherman Mankind, and time
Fearful vagrants fashion Tools to save them from the Greed-born slavers that come Swift on dark sails in the night
Sometimes tyrants passing Hungry silence are there No more orphans in their Flooded world stripped bone dry
Perched like monkeys in the Triple canopy of a Crumbling jungle watching Remnants of another world sail by
All very quiet now They have forgotten how Music used to live here To dance in the minds
Wild people Nearly feral Living on what they can find Just the fish and the fisherman Mankind, and timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
