It really doesn't matter what they might say
All I hear are false promises getting in the way
Paying at the pump seems like drinking fine wine
And the cyclone of Lupadon is reaching us just fine
Take us for granted and bring us to hide
In the hole of darkness in this purity outside
Mixing the messages and making things clear
As the cyclone of Lupadon is drawing us near
Just what you wanted to hear
The cyclone of Lupadon is all we have
We gave all we could
We took all that was left
Does it really matter what the government said
Is it really over. Are we the living dead
Holding the image of darkness as if there were plenty left to
give
As the cyclone of Lupadon says live and let live
Can we begin to forgive
The cyclone of Lupadon is all we have
We gave all we could
We took all that was left
The cyclone of Lupadon and the twilight of space
We stood in our place
They stepped on our face
Is it really over
Is it really done
The message between us
We have only just begun
©5/12/08 Bruce Clifford
