This Night

They led us on They said it would be yours Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores, let us in We wrote a winter song Come on, come on, come on, come on Don't shelve the opera, you've been working This long on it Twelve years on the Eastside, and still so house proud All the neighborhood angels are humming the psalms to themselves again Oh, they seem to think that when you show up you'd look good in somebody's arms Oh, you should have been a clerk You should have stayed a stranger You should have just done the work But it's too late now, school's out Wildcats -- you were supposed to go wild Butchers -- you shouldn't be obsessed with a child Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet Much like him, you know I live to be cornered. So come on Hey Easterner, open your mouth Don't speak in tones I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst I know you look good in the shadow of the Diamond Monger's thirst, but get out To the left there is an ocean There is a mountain on the right Now will you walk away or take the blame for the unfortunately named children of This day Children of This Night