Album: Goodbye to the Age of Steam
The early morning sun alights upon
The old school hall
Battered boxes, wooden walls from fifty years ago
How it seems like England’s dreaming
And down along the shore the weathered chairs
And bingo halls
The sound in cars through open windows
-summer has returned
But late at night the demon’s call
Here they come from the ends of the Earth
Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes
God nothing is left gor giving
Must be self-created. Must be all inside the mind
Outside in the wan daylight
The senseless torn and turning
Susan walked and spoke the words
He turned away was running
«Late last night the demons called.»