Day of the Lords (1978)

Day of the Lords (1978)

We won’t forget you on the day of the lords,

When our hearts stopped,

When we put up the boards,

To relax from all this sickness of words,

To escape from the collapse of our worlds.

We won’t forget you, though in violence you go,

As the wheels turned in the theatres below,

An escape from the ends never met,

In apartments with the lives not formed yet.

You never really understood,

You never tried to change our minds,

As long as you were in control,

As long as we could spare the time,

And ‘cause you needed to win on the day of the lords.

We won’t forget you on the day of the lords,

In a new town, just clutching at straws,

With the door shut, now the running has ended,

And a last thought of the chances surrrendered.