Awaken from the bliss of sleep
  The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light
  I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond the bend
  Beneath the flutter of desperate wings
  they sing a song of reclamation
  Where tomorrows hanging horizon
  interupts the hum of electrical towers
  Here, there are the shallow graves, the shallower romances
  and the shallowest of words still to be spoken
  and there you are with open ears
  Locust reign on your parade