Sunrise in East

Now you told us to leave But we wanted to stay Had a love for the game and the music we play There were great things among the recordings we made We used to have it on tape but we threw it awayw Here beggars and bangers go bump in the night A guitar will switch on the overdrive And a girl will give birth to a voodoo child In a basement below where we sometimes hide Where tomorrow lights the present like a flame child Like men give in to madness where life itse lf is like a web of dreams we’ve been sitting in the shadows scraping blood from off our knees Waiting for the sun to warm our bodies In the middle of the meadows like a swarm of hungry bees Full of poisonous chemics and honey Where the question in mind like a hole in the head Is the last of the poets to die in bed Where the greatest thing you have ever said Is ‘the sunrise in East and the queen is dead’ Where the sound of laughter cuts you like a knife The jokes are long and leave you tired where everyone deserts you when you smile We’ve been sitting in the shadows scraping blood from off our knees Waiting for the sun to warm our bodies in the middle of the meadows Like a swarm of hungry bees full of poisonous chemics and honey