Mechanical Poet The Dead The Living And The City
The fog blots out the city
Cold shine of setting sun
The hive is intermitting its eternal run
Steel bugs along the highways
Skylines of towers rise
Big houses are closing square glassy eyes
And city makes a sleepy sigh
Enwrapping in sunrays
Aged souls go to the sky
While newborn ones are flowing down the haze
A glowing chain of lanterns
Has outlined the streets
The inky wilds of blocks
Are strewn with amber beads
Behind the dark horizon
The melted sun has drowned
The crimson stripes of clouds
Amassed above the ground
And city makes a sleepy sigh
Enwrapping in sunrays
Aged souls go to the sky
While newborn ones are flowing down the haze
The sounds slowly die away
The roads are now free
The songs of evening spirits play
But no one hears them...
See the buildings down below
Stone plants on concrete field
Secrets you might never know
Can now be revealed
And city makes a sleepy sigh
Enwrapping in sunrays
Aged souls go to the sky
While newborn ones are flowing down the haze