Foghorn

A foghorn
Bellows in the early hours of the morning
It's the day of
The 25th of September
What are you afraid of
Delicately pulling and prying at the seams
Of your lounge chair
Nervously noticing your anticipation

Lavender by the window sill
Haven't you heard
You get nothing done by sitting still
I know the words whispered on the winds say stop
But you can't
You just can't

Mercury poisoning the water supply
One drop of it and all your people will surely die
You must walk to the wake of your daughter
You must wake to to the wails of her mother
You must talk of the tales of her father
You must falter in your step by the water
You must falter in your step by the water

You must

A foghorn
Bellows
Oh, pierce me awake
Pierce me awake

Oh
A foghorn
Bellows
Oh, pierce me awake
Pierce me awake

Pierce me awake