Mr 1470

We taught ourselves to rule this world But who's the one we're frightened of We are the sons of 1470 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 live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil Staring out, mortal in the darkness Digging deep 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 we're frightened of? We are the son of 1470 I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?