Monoliths - The Narrative

It was cold in Atlanta

A frigid wind dragged you in

Sat you down beside my kin

And we drove to Savannah

Sullen trees bearing leaves

Susurrating in the breeze

Somewhere there’s a fever rising up

Hearts apprised of universal dust

But if it’s not enough it’s not enough

The monoliths of metal turn to rust

When we bailed out of Georgia

There was fire in the air

Orphaned houses everywhere

So you wept in a corner

Singing names of your frinds

Who you’ll never hold again

Somewhre there’s a fever rising up

Hearts apprised of universal dust

And if it’s not enough it’s not enough

The monoliths of metal turn to rust

I’ve been waiting for this

For years for you

Walking around these heads in the ground

I’ve been stowing patience

For years for you

What do you need?

What do you need me to do?

Somewhere there’s a fever rising up

Hearts apprised of universal dust

And if it’s not enough it’s not enough

The monoliths of metal turn to rust