One uncorks another bottle
the other hand is free
and it's over with.
Common sense is overrated
the failures always scream,
but it's over when
sunlight, sunlight
pours over
the fields and criminals,
between the bones.
Owls at noon at conversation
at wing until the trees
whose leaves are red.
Groomed attire and dry ambition
a song where no one sings
we're as good as dead.
sunlight, sunlight
pours over
the fields and criminals,
between the sands.
Don't regret the time you've wasted
or all the thoughts you think.
They're walls of deep wells.
Night is dark but morning comes
to wash away the reek,
and it's bright as all hell.
sunlight, sunlight
pours over
and over,
between the lands,
and overhead.