Against the day.

With an icepick, chasing away the rainy days
I love you but I can't defend your crazy ways
But this is a phase! We're children of the corn
Just lost in the maize
I was raised in a kingdom
Where the shadows walk about
But Wendy's by the window with a thimble on her thumb
The line is in the sand, and here I beckon you to come
Although I reckon you can run
If you're expecting someone

Like Jesus. Muhammad or Buddha
Or, L. Ron Hubbard. Or Charlie the Tuna
Or Nietzsche
Well baby I have nothing to teach ya
But from my own experience, they all were out of reach for me
And that was a bummer, I waited
The whole summer

But nothing ever came

Except this drop of rain, which remained
Like a black cloud, hovering over my umbrella

But wait until morning!
We'll spin up on the axis and the night will bring the dawn in
From wherever it's hiding
The horses will ride in from the prairie
I'll open up your legs and I'll slide in where it's very very
Safe for me to be
And I don't need the knife right now
Hold me, like I was your own
And share the same flesh, from the skin to the bone -
And drawing blood from a stone is simple
I've spent many years alone in the temple just
Waiting for some god
To make its return
West of Nod, with the Mark
And the burning of the crop-fields

Plague of locusts, and frogs fall from the sky
It's a fraud
I'm a lie

Every year's a journey 'round the sun
Spinning in the darkness of the un
-born. -seen. -touched. -loved
And I still remember when
Everything was rolling in the morning dew
Formless
Dreamless

But
We'll fight against the day and we'll win
And we'll howl at the moon
And we'll watch it begin
And we'll do it again
'Cos it never will end
And it never will end
'cos it never will end

Somewhere in the blackened void
Your family raising horses on a farm
You carried a heaven
Of course it's in your arms