Babies racing peacefully, with no fear of losing
Beneath Sieltre’s apple trees, will you come with me?
Some mistakes are happily weaving useless wonders
Will you come with me? To keep me company?
To barren choking motor snares
To get run over everywhere
To shove ourselves beyond all sight of these hills
Babies wasted and uptight
Babies trying to please the night
Who wouldn’t die to be alright? Will you come with me?
Poems braided in our hair, sick and turning from the glare
Clutch my hands with me
Clutch my hands with me
Who says you can’t be scared and bold
Aren’t we something to behold?
But babies wonder what their fathers would do
Let’s chuckle nervously as nothingness nears
A goddamned wretched sound for any to hear
A mess of children waits inside
We try so hard to stay alive,
but there’s no telling what those crazies might do
Babies bundled in my arms, hear me whisper, soothing
‘Will you come with me, and keep me company?’
A crummy time to doubt my wealth
Since I invested all my self
I guess I’ll leave it to my daughter some day