Too Soon

Burn

Beneath a disgraced moon

Before it's May it's June

It is too late too soon

Freeze

Beneath a silent sun

(Don't look so stunned)

The deal is raw

The numbers are well done

The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field

Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel

Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause

To spirit and deposit you abroad

The models are corrected but the currency is strange

Nothing's different, everything has changed

They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea

Pray in vapors they can barely breathe

Burn

Beneath a disgraced moon

Before it's May it's June

It is too late too soon

Freeze

Beneath a silent sun

(Don't look so stunned)

The deal is raw

The numbers are well done