Miracles masked to mend
The literal for illiterates
In shady towns

People forget

A union wage

That extra tear
We overpaid
And disappeared

Without a trace
Into the voids


And we hope that someday
We`ll awaken in our garden
To the sound of a new parade


They celebrate
The coming years

Until that one
That we fear
It`s all numerals

And zeros

And we hope that someday

We`ll awaken in our garden
To the sound of a new parade


And we hope that someday
We`ll awaken in our garden
Push off that war we waged

We`ll awaken in our garden
To the sound of a new parade