Testo new parade

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