the watch has stopped
the crowds have all gone home
the ticker tape parade was yesterday
the celebration finished
like it were a million years ago
like it never even really happened at all
And who are we now?
what choices do we have
its all such a complicated mess
yet all so perfectly clear
the letters signed
the envelopes sealed
everything filed and organized
like a concentration camp
filled with dead souls
the cold stare of time
weighing on our backs
ignore the pigeons
the mindless fervor that followed
we had the world in our clutches
now we have but a string
something to hold on to
to haunt us in our slumber
