After the birds sings the morning
Eyes open through the haze
Dreaming of that blazing
Altogether forms a maze.
Got out in the open
Listened to the trees
Left something unspoken
What a touch of the breeze.
People rush down the roads
And the voices of the panel
With thousands of loads
Little drops down the channel.

Heavy eyes in the night
Killing is easy
Losing that one more fight
Made...