In Our Sleep - So Many Dynamos
This isn't what we had expected
No trumpets no cymbals just the deadest silence
And in our sleep
There were no lights on
Pitch black unromantic is this all we lived for
They needed words that weren't invented
To condense our lifetimes to a graveside headstone
And in our sleep
We started laughing
That they expected much more
What more could we wish for
