Floodlights glare into desolate and empty rooms
Twenty years, the red lights blazing
Something's wrong, systems down the codes are broken
'Til our host across from the Potomac turned and stared
A stream of molasses
Too late and so it folds
Like a dream of a canon
Is reckless that rolls
Across a concrete floor
Lime, hunted, outward, invisible
Bleached white lift to nothing, at this end, connection dead
Iron gates and names remembered
To complement with invitations
Young girls tag along lackadaisical
In a crowd while up above the clouds
Rich and billowy
In dreams, a hundred voices
Sounding out as one
Daughters of joy all flowing past 50 years of bars
The blue and golden lines
Hungry, complex, crazy crew
White lift to nothing, at this end, connection dead
Sky rockets, alive and breathing
Mad red glare in jade staring eyes
Sky rockets alive and breathing
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
Voices inside screaming
Solemnly insure the real thing
Blue eyes and blonde hair flowing
Drunk like milk so thick and plush and sweet
But it's a set up
Poured and held for someone
More than others do
Six feet strained beyond the drop zone
Pointing human joints
The wrists and elbows
And who is with you
In this strange French curve
Swooping downwards, eyes and minds on detection
Another motive, just as deadly
White lift to nothing at this end, connection dead
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
(Sky rockets, alive and breathing)
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
(Sky rockets, alive and breathing)
The time has come for desks and chairs to be elevated
(Sky rockets, alive and breathing)
