Easy Wanderlings Madeline
Fire away my youngest of four
Whispering your favorite song, Madeline, an evergreen
Pale moon you stare with regard
Rockets in space, murals on the walls, yet here...here we are
All these yesteryears of reaping
Kneel kiss high heels and a gold ring
How we forget the grain we are in an arcane ocean
Dear, I want you to sail through the Nile
Watch the planes glide gracefully across the sky, like fireflies
There's no fortune in a white lie
There are jokers holding the reins
Fingers chase triggers to end life
Candles flare, then we all celebrate
We let them win, carry the torch light
We let Ganga drown in the drain
Kill the forests as we aim high
Is heaven any different from here?