It is all waiting for the still repose,

The nightly kiss on a bended knee,

Half wit to half woo
The girl and the angry fool,

Brow beaten by a swollen moon,

And the crafty sun blazing
Like a blushing bride.

It is all listening to the ticking clock

A slick-eyed brother with a frozen heart,
Gazing at the stars with a sticky smile

As the bronze-faced girls undo

The boys from the human zoo.
It is all laughter with a wicked grin

The kiss of death on a silent ride

And all too weary to kill the bride.