What about the thunder we hear
any time the lightning reappears?
Never fear the darkness of the shock three hundred sixty strokes before heaven already eleven o’clock.
Listen to the warbler’s rhapsody.
He never chirps any funeral melody.
He doesn’t mind the night sky or the hawk.
Sorry lovers take wing under heaven, bells ringing eleven o’clock.
Eleven o’clock.
You must believe it true when I swear we’re alive.
Beware the deceiver.
He’s a killer and a liar.
A killer and a liar.
Your spirit and your eyes are on fire.
Celebrate the wonder of lunar light.
Listen to how the coyote sings at the sight.
Never mind that drum dirge you hear droning.
Fade away into oblivion.
Let decay anyone moaning.
Anyone moaning.
You must believe it true when I swear we’re alive.
Beware the deceiver.
He’s a killer and a liar.
A chiller of desire.
Your spirit and your eyes are on fire.
Listen to the warbler’s rhapsody.
He never sings any funeral melody.
Disregard anybody moaning.
Never mind that drum dirge droning.
What about that thunder we both hear anytime the lightning reappears?
Never dread the mystery of the shock three hundred sixty strokes to touch heaven.
It’s only eleven o’clock.
Eleven o’clock.