Kids dont learn to write their cursive letters here anymore.
Fingers more than nimble, and recalls in the frost.
Oh all these schools of lisping children,
Singing rhymes to their dad.
What of words in cracked communion? Noble, silent, and bare.
Come apart like needles, and we dont know the names of
All these trees up on the island,
Dont they just look the same?
Why dont you ever look up to the sky?
Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye
Dont see a reason for keeping in time.
What of films of Joseph Cotten, angles shot from on high?
None of us remembers the details of the plot, but
We found black and white romantic,
Now youre left with the thought…
Why dont you ever look up to the sky?
Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye
Dont see a reason for keeping in time,
Youre always distracted, the devil in signs.