By dave fenton
The moon is up
It’s grey tonight
And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears
A dead bright lesson from a million light years
The game is up it’s cold tonight
So we crouch in our overcoats waiting for a dawn
Both hungry and simple and calm and warm
Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view
They’re out tonight
The masks are down
And friends meet strangers and strangers are friends
And pain is passion and passion must end
They’re here tonight
No fear tonight
And the hands on the faces have started to move
It’s slow at first but it’s over too soon
Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty seconds, in to view
They’re here tonight
No fear tonight
And the hands on the faces have started to move
It’s slow at first but it’s over too soon
Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Sixty second interval
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
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