One Second To Midnight

Let’s tell it straight to the heart of the arrow,

Where we all play it patiently to the last bow,

The last sling, the last slight, the last bitter row,

We row ourselves home everytime we so grow …

Seagrass and sarsaparilla seem so sweet to some …

Lemon juice and snake oil sliders go well alone …

Lustful felonies and fallen remedies all tangle on,

Those old fallacies about one being better than none …

Nothing have we ever wanted was always what was best,

Nothing have we ever sought for was ever really tested,

We just jumped, we just ran, we just did what one can,

To make the mark, to play their part, for that final dance …

For that final reckoning before the last sundown of a life

For that early second guessing about whether we did right

Whether we were brave whether we’d be considered again

To visit this Earth in this skin with this heart under this spin …

At One Second To Midnight … We’ll make it right … We will win …

Before those final gates come crashing down, riding out of town …

Escaping those fateful places where the last of us will lose our dust …

Drunk on those thought of getting free of these old useless dreams …

One Second to Midnight … We’ll make it right … We will dream …

One Second to Midnight … By that old moonlight … Rekindled again …
Reignited … Reunited … With our former selves … Prior to the fires …

Prior to the times we waned … When it seemed better to lose this lane …

One Second to Midnight … By that old moonlit … Rekindled again …

Reignited … Reunited … With our former selves … Prior to the fires …

Prior to the times we waned … When it seemed better to lose this lane …

When it seemed better to lose this lane … To lose this lane … This lane …

One Second to Midnight … One Second to Midnight … One Second

Oh One Second … One Second to Midnight … to Midnight … to Midnight

to Midnight … to Midnight … to Mid- … night …

to Midnight … to Midnight … to Mid- … night …

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