when we were just children in the schoolyard,

boys and girls all alone with

no love, we had

no love, and we have

no love,

can't you speak the language of the gods?

can't you tell them all our hopes and dreams?

tell them not to cut these threads so short they'll

unwind like yarn, into sections and sectors and

apostrophes and commas,

periods, endings,

the final breath of a nation at rest, at ease,

this isn't easy, it was never easy,

like the sun and moon and stars above,

below, we live in the center of the universe,

no one will come for us now, no one,

no love.