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Kris Is Riding Horses In Ojai
The Van Pelt
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There's a photo of us all
At a bar before the fall
Juggling remnants of relics
We considered the Berlin Wall
Oh to see our beaming faces
Not a hint of foreshadowed traces
We wore the colors of our places
What helped us then became disgraces
To the quarries we would go!
What did we know what did we know
So when the foundation gave below
We were much too slow
What if Babel were a Greek Myth?
Wouldn't it invert the pith?
The jealous gods learned from Achilles
That they're as vulnerable as he is
So they scattered us about
And hoped we wouldn't find the pieces
Though when I reached out and you weren't near
Your voice was crystal clear
There are gods still left to slay! There are gods still left to slay!
So come out and play come out and play
Kris is riding horses in Ojai
Mark is screening manuscripts in Kaliningrad
Jean's still taking courses in Karlstad
While Mary's at the rest stop on I-95
Nate's in Rapid City counting the till
Geert still strolls the streets of old Haut de la Ville
Pass by pass we are pulverizing silt
There are many different ways in which our tower will be built
Kris is riding horses in Ojai
Mark is screening manuscripts in Kaliningrad
Jean's still taking courses in Karlstad
While Mary's at the rest stop on I-95
Nate's in Rapid City counting the till
Geert still strolls the streets of old Haut de la Ville
Pass by pass we are pulverizing silt
There are many different ways in which our tower will be built
To the ones who passed to me and were then so quick to flee
I've often wondered: do you grieve?
To the ones I passed it to when I knew I knew...
When we were passed the serum and were cast to the wind
It never would have took without a spark within
When we were passed the serum and were cast to the wind
It never would have took without a spark within
When we were passed the serum and were cast to the wind
It never would have took without a spark within
Pass by pass we are pulverizing silt
There are many different ways in which our tower will be built