Idylls Of The King

This place with its old plantations
 These roads leading out to the sea
 This day full of promise and potential
 More clay pigeons for you and me
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them all lined up
 Huge crows loitering by the curb
 Our shared paths unraveling behind us like ribbons
 And I dreamed of vultures in the trees around our house
 And cicadas and locusts and the shrieking of innumerable gibbons
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them all lined up
 How long will we ride this way about?
 How long 'till someone caves under the pressure?
 My dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts
 Faces too blurry to make out, numbers far too high to measure
 Your face like a vision straight of Holly Hobby
 Late light drizzling through your hair
 Your eyes twin volcanoes
 Bad ideas dancing around in there
 All, all of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them
 All of them, all of them all lined up