We stand in the warm shade
Long after the fall of man and the Berlin wall
We should speak in morse code of course
Still, how can we be sure?
That all secrets will remain
In haunted gardens and in painted caves
Now that I am head of church and state
All excavations simply have to wait
We stand in the warm shade
Long after the fall of man and the Berlin wall
We seek the shore through the fog of war
Someone should light a torch
That all secrets will remain
In haunted gardens and in painted caves
Now that I am head of church and state
All excavations simply have to wait
Copyright (C) 2006 Jon Ericson
January 1st, 2009 → 10:53 am @ Jon
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