Testo Easter parade

The line of traffic comes to a stand still



For the love King, out in the morning air


I find a place I started from



The wild is calling, this time I follow



Easter parade



In the bureau typewriter's quiet


Confetti falls from every window



Throwing hats up in the air



A city perfect in every detail



Easter parade



I know you, birthday cards and silent music



Paperbacks and Sunday clothes



In hallways and railway stations



Radio across the morning air



A crowd of people everywhere



And then the people, all running forward



Easter parade