Transcendental Youth

Cold through broken baseboards I despise this town Snow on the sunroof Two stories down Hold hands Wish the snow away Rise in the darkness Of the gathering day Sing Sing for ourselves alone Speak into The microphone Cedar smudge our headbands And take to the skies Soar ever-upwards On air gone black with flies Shroud ourselves in the cosmos Let the music play Bright star of the morning Shine on his rising way Sing In the night In the nameless dark Father long gone But we bear his mark Learn some secrets Never tell Stay sick Don't get well Clutch those broken headboards Ride the highest wave Dusky diamonds shining in the far depths of the cave Try to explain ourselves Babble on and on By the time you receive this, we'll be gone Sing Sing high While the fire climbs Sing one for the old times