Sheila Divine 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
