Mention The Dawn

Well I was sitting on a rooftop
with this good friend of mine
We were smoking something strong
which made our words all rhyme
And we spoke of the state of the land
And why birds nest in the sand
Of our lawn
You always mention that lawn.
You always mention that lawn.

So I was playing funky guitar
with some old man I knew
And when he snapped a string
I was thinking of you.
We spoke of the state of the land
And why young couples hold hands
Until dawn
You always mention the dawn
You always mention the dawn.

Now we sat up all night thinking
of the meaning of love
I love you and you love me
but that’s not enough
So we spoke of the state of the land
and why suicides must be planned
and you yawned.
I’ll always remember that yawn.
God, I remember that yawn.

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