Sirocco

A tall thing that could rise to any occasion
 Something unspoken, a whisper always heard
 And you and I cherish this thing more than forever
 Smarting, it stings now in the pass
 And if we tear this kingdom down, tear it down
 Let it be with a deserving and joyous sound
 Whistling river in the split of a desert drying
 A mirror to reflect what you always must see
 And paradise we agreed was a portrait of the two of us
 Well the pictures are fragile and the ideas taking the trees
 And if we tear this kingdom down, tear it down
 Let it be with a deserving and joyous sound
 In the form of this burned up basement
 We'll mourn all that used to be
 And the chalk scrawls out the shape of our bodies
 And the crows move faster than we can see
 And if we tear this kingdom down, tear it down
 Let it be with a deserving and joyous sound
 In the midst of this deadly hunger
 I am starving for a feast
 But from the distance a dusk is rapidly approaching
 Promising cold only after it cuts
 And if we tear this kingdom down, tear it down
 Let it be with a deserving and joyous sound