New Europeans

We watched the vacant chasm Sipping wine from a silver cup We write stories in our skin with ink And burn torches To read the hieroglyphics That tells tales of hero’s And distant echoes of misadventure And rights of passage Where people dance on a knife-edge And can charm the bees out of the trees We sing songs about the revolution As we exchange hearts and flowers On the eve of the equinox The autobahn always Tempts us to stray From the path that we find comfortable And we seek new adventures And make new acquaintances With unholy spirits And necromancersFaces that turn our thoughts to dust And cast away any fears That may keep our trepidation at bay These days are no longer Built on trust And we doubt the words of the idealists Who spread their gospel But forked tongues and twisted words Have left us all suspicious With falls from grace and broken angels That no longer give any hope To the shattered broken hearts That once stood so tall In the bright morning sunshine Of yester year We strayed so far from where we belonged And our goals are no longer in view The sands of time reversed the learning process And punctured the hopes Of the new Europeans Who wept at the prospectOf the new age