The angels left the north end,
stating in fears of open doors.
They pulled up in the front yard,
we asked them to move on.
They took nothing but the best,
and in the evening we took off to find their chests.
We asked ourselves:
What good was second guessing?
What good was second best?
When every new dilemma's just a ring
on Saturn West
The hawks they left our bodies pretty vacant by the lawn.
We begged them for an answer set in truth and not in scorn.
We took nothing but the belly of the beast,
and in the evening, we'd set off towards Saturn East.
we asked ourselves:
What good was second guessing?
What good was recompense?
When every new dilemma's just a ring
on Saturn West.
We asked the downtown tailor, "were those dreams or were those lies?"
Then sorted out the expat by the longing in his eyes.
We understood deception's just a wine-stain on the wall,
and took off thermal layers --
we urged the runners on.
We asked ourselves:
what good was second guessing?
what good was recompense?
When every new dilemma's just a ring on
Saturn West.
Hearing this was like discovering Desire, or London Calling for the first time. Derivative yet original, the songs are immediate and the melodies will get stuck in your ear for days. tideracer