Fickle Sun (II) The Hour Is Thin

歌詞

The hour is thin Trafalgar Square is calm Birds and cold black dark, the final famine of a wicked sun And the web that died yesterday I was a hard-copy version, I turned my eyes directly to hate Then, the hammer of toil Tired of what the world has yet brought forth, with the women waving at war, And the news that war is faith Filled with tremendous cheering, leaping, and night rings. Ding, dang, and gongs Who did not feel any purpose? The phoenix broods, serene above the moment You are fighting for, I wonder what, destiny We waste away our hours and darken Beneath the velvet of a strong optimism Britain's most fateful hour is spun Copy this point on a gong Choirs, like bells, like a national truce And the new sun, where the air is something new Men dream of a swell so high, endeavor to get through the lies and the bees to find something that historians can rake out of the drums And all that color and savagery Boom, the dark And the web that died yesterday The phoenix broods serene above the tower of time, not enough boats He admitted without shame that he had entered into the dreams of the named addressee in the velvet of war Well lad, you've taken my heart away. I shall miss the heart of the cold, black sea Before ever there was writing, they were taking up stones to hurl at last stroke, but nobody looked back There were soldiers, there was a cradle The universe is required Please notify the sun.