Spring in the apparatchik world where administration rules
So you can talk to him and her to you, admin begats admin
File a kiss under A
For anaesthetised and E for everyone
We burnt our bridges to the sun
we crossed the land of our life, under this translucent sky
Us band of wide eyed fools
Carefree of destination or arrival.
Through the road works we drove mile on mile
Light splashed and flashed through the trees
Played on our skin and flickered in our eyes, in toward our hearts and still we raced, through suburban hell and city swell, through the surreal unreal of this our little time. Our sweet so bitter short lives.
Counting the seconds like miles of office blocks and laughing , I am here you said, to tell you all, to shake you all and beg you all, to reach in and give it all away,
I know what it is we all want to say
To take off our snake skin suits, that we might
just once,
with no obstruction
reach the finality
and feel our existence
in one totality.
