MR 1470

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill
Staring out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets
Naked now my skin begins to crawl

I dream
Suits
I see
Suits

Looking back, was there ever such a moment
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime
Digging deep, well I came across a murder
Among the roots of our spreading family tree
We learned to love
We learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world

I dream
Suits
I see
Suits
Do you see
Suits?
Can you dream
Suits?

There I stood, face pressed against the window
Well I know his number, but I'll never know his name
Behind the glass, and buried in the sockets
A recognition, and my skin begins to crawl
We learned to love
We learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
But who's the one that we're frightened of
We are the sons of fourteen seventy

Suits
I see suits
I dream suits

The geese fly, chevrons cross the night sky
Heading south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels
A train threads along that very floor

So here we are in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, we are mortals in the darkness
Digging deep, well we try to find the answers
To all the questions that hatch within our skulls

We learned to love
We learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this world
For who's the one that we're frightened of?
We are the sons of fourteen seventy

From here on down it needs to be studied carefully, runout is complex
Suits
I see
I see
Suits

I see
I dream
Suits

I see
Suits

I dream
Suits

Do you dream Suits?