Fickle Sun (ii) The Hour Is Thin (Remastered 2023)

The hour is thin trafalgar Square is calm

Birds and cold black dark

The final famine of a wicked sun

And the web that died yesterday

I was a hard-copy version

I turned my eyes directly to hate

Then, the hammer of toil

Tired of what the world has yet brought

Forth, with the women waving at war

And the news that war is faith

Filled with tremendous cheering, leaping, and

Night rings ding, dang, and gongs

Who did not feel any purpose?

The phoenix broods, serene above the moment

You are fighting for, I wonder what, destiny

We waste away our hours and darken

Beneath the velvet of a strong optimism

Britain's most fateful hour is spun

Copy this point on a gong

Choirs, like bells, like a national truce

And the new sun

Where the air is something new

Men dream of a swell so high

Endeavor to get through the lies

And the bees to find

Something that historians can rake

Out of the drums

And all that color and savagery

Boom, the dark

And the web that died yesterday

The phoenix broods serene above

The tower of time, not enough boats

He admitted without shame that he

Had entered into the dreams

Of the named addressee in the velvet of war

Well lad, you've taken my heart away i

Shall miss the heart of the cold, black sea

Before ever there was writing

They were taking

Up stones to hurl at last stroke

But nobody looked back

There were soldiers, there was a cradle

The universe is required please

Notify the sun