Michael Graves and the Excavators - Spring (Radio)

When "I" fell, it was spring
But that don't mean anything
We're all awake and trembling

In fear of everything, now dear
You're not remembering --
It's not enough to get us through tonight
But pretending

All the rest is alchemy
There's people dying by the balcony
For this immodest inattention

When the first ship sails
Bathes the serene
So ends my dream of dreams

Now that cold, familiar wind
Signals to begin, and
One by one they all come in
Like that old religion,
This natural system,
My whole existence in an instant

All the rest is history
You know enough to leave
A little mystery for me

When the body fails
You face the serene
So ends my dream of dreams

Written by:
Michael Grotell

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