Reflections

©1973 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Where Blue Meets Blue

You show nothing in your eyes
I'm sure you even think in lies
Your brain is set in wax
The blood is from your axe
You caught us in the backs
Acid melts the sunshine
There's hatred on the moon
The shielded eyes and twisted minds
The games they play come true

Children sleeping on the dawn
Their nightlights muffled by the sun
Are not disturbed by sounds of guns
Their parents on the run
Admit they are not strong

And wonder what is wrong
Those who walk on city streets
And those who sit in schoolroom seats
Never see the thing that creeps
It's lapping at our feet
And over the whispering lake |
Six million voices shriek