Under the nocturnal panoply of stars We unfurled our fragile dreams. And the crystal silence of the Mojave Held her protective hand o' o'er us. And in this night we were like orphans That got to know their mothers name. And numbed by the wine of Babylon We redefined the constellations. Foolish we thought that we were safe If only we would just believe it so hard. To the dirge of hope we held on so tightly And with which we eventually vanished. And when our lightness drowned In Stella Artois and Menthol Cigarettes, We buried our rags With false pride under Orion's arc light.!