There Will Be Fireworks Elder And Oak
The faded shine of an old copper coin in each eye
Was it the sound of a holy roar
Or a thief stealing through the back door?
When they carried you home
Did you think you'd stay long?
Are you waiting, waiting, waiting
For something to drink or smoke?
Does it ever keep you up at night?
Now you wait for a night to put on his old 45s
And you dance in the starlit loft
While the shadows move quiet and soft
In our coats on the lawn with our Sunday best on
You were shaking, shaking, shaking
And under the elder and oak
We stayed up and we didn't go home
And so we lay our backs against the weeds
A stony sainted silence at our feet
A million foundry fires lit up the sky
And as the city slowly stirred they died
