What did you think of that?
And do you ever wonder…
Even so we keep floating on
The edges darker than before

Cutting up years to none
Living in a tower
Even for a world of make-believe
The edges crawled to me

So we keep love around
Black flowers wilted on the ground
I heard my name
In a cemetery once
And I still remember the sound

And so it goes like this
The ending of a nightmare
The caller on an existential phone
Said, “We need more time”
Not on my dime

I wonder if I should say
We need another nightmare
Oh, America
Where children play in a barricade

So we keep love around
Black flowers wilted on the ground
I heard my name
In a cemetery once
And I still remember the sound