While they drag off the sand
While they pile dusty masks
While lying glasses hang
On the walls of the minister's tasks
The fools build a metal tower
The light house, to see the blury lines
The winds adverse and others
And they roar long poems in the night, that echo
Echoes of us
Fools who guess and scream and laugh
Of the echoes they made
There will be no workers, only creators
Only sirens song growing over the blade
The fools build a metal tower
The light house, to see the blury lines
The winds adverse and others
And they roar long poems in the night, that echo
Echoes of us
The great fools will eat the sky
Ogres of love and loneliness and time
They will give the world a new eye
So we never never get bored
Foolishness for the future