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