In the last days of wonder When spirits still flew Where we sat holding hands In half-darkened rooms
Nicola Tesla in the Hotel New Yorker Nursing sick pigeons by the open window Dreamed of a death ray to disintegrate matter Detected Morse Code from far away planets
He couldn't stand the touch of hair or of skin But stroked feathers gently on trembling wings Drew plans for a camera to photograph thoughts Vacuum tube lights, wireless phones
In the last days of wonder When spirits still flew Round bubbling test tubes In half-darkened rooms
Edison and Westinghouse In silk brocade Ate oysters rockefeller With French champagne
But Tesla grew thin Eating only saltines Going days in his lab Without any sleep
Dreaming of God As an x-ray beam He was hit by a cab While crossing the street
Lying on his bedspread He struggled to breathe The light bulbs exploded The air filled with wings
In the last days of wonder When spirits still flew Tesla vacated His half-darkened roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
