The Night Is Long

Torch the buildings down

The rubble of our old conventions

Useless now it seems

Molding in the shadow of its own superstitions

Born to the flesh, but souls of stone

Roll the river bed, til theyre sharp no more

Lovers reflect, seak and find their own

Together then, to the distant shore

A Man, he suffer so he may know peace

Woman, she cry for when he leaves

Zero we came from and zero return

To the muck, the mire, the sandy shore

A burn in the flesh, and sharp as stone

Rolling in the bed, the night is a home

Lovers request, to seak and find their own

Together then, for the night is long