sixty second interval
vapors, the
and the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears
a dead bright lesson from a million light years
so we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn
both hungry and simple and calm and warm
and friends meet strangers and strangers are friends
and pain is passion and passion must end
and the hands on the faces have started to move
it's slow at first but it's over too soon
and the hands on the faces have started to move
it's slow at first but it's over too soon