We carved a clock in the sun, And told it, "Bleed for time!" We taught the wind to hum in tongues And march to nursery rhymes. We danced in shoes we never had, On roofs built of doubt. We played saints with twisted bones, And sang our sorrows. We laughed as churches crumbled, And organs groaned in fear. We kissed the thunder, wore its crown, And then disappeared with the night. Oh, sing for the joy of the crumbling wall! Raise your glass as empires fall! We were not made to kneel or bow So we laughed, we laughed at the end! The spider's hymn. The clock is winding down. Wine is ink. The cup - divine. We juggled stars on fishing lines, And preached from the throats of puppets. We sent our dreams to winter temples, Then we burned the ransom notes. We built a harp from rusty nails, A drum from lovers' bones. We danced in every storm that failed, And laughed in holy tones. Oh, sing for the joy of the broken chain! Let the violins wail in pain! We were not made to break or bend So we laughed, we laughed at the end! Ladies and Gentlemen… This is a theatre of splinters and silk! Where angels play poker And devils serve milk. No turns, no way out, Only music and teeth We buried the truth And danced beneath it. We are a sigh between two clocks. An echo in a laughter box. We are the last note, never written… We laughed. We laughed. In the end.
