Tuesday - Xerxes

Pavement speaks too and it sings songs of tragedy

Broken ground like the stripped sound of the songs we sing

Under every crooked wave, asleep, deep in broken dreams

Longing one day to wake up

But the sun never rises on an earth with the shade pulled down

And death moves to silence the sound

Of hearts beating like fists on the walls that enclose us

Breaking out of the cells that hold us

And so, stung by the light from the cracked door of tomorrow’s life

We are awake, we are alive

To the empty eyes at the surface of this solid ground

We are voicing our statements now

Screaming at the sun, I will not be broken

No curse can kill me, no blade can spill my blood

No cage can hold me, and no fear can make me run

And when they tell us we’re dying,

We’ll just hold on tightly and remember

What we’re living for

They tried to steal your voice, so you kept screaming from your window:

No curse can kill me, no curse can kill me.

They tried to steal your voice.

Stung by the light from the cracked door of tomorrow’s life.

We are awake, we are alive.