He ain't coming, he ain't listening
Dawn boy
Heaving so fast in the glistening night
Where none of his fears can run as fast
And none of his qualms escape an elder's trigone
Beautiful boy
I'm off to the moon, with foundherentism
The castles you stood before didn't seem too pleased with the name you chose
You carved it out of sandpaper, oh how did you?
Dawn boy it seems like bartered nights don't wish you well
My robes flare for you dawn boy, you must let them
You're trimming yourself as your lupines won't bloom
Words conquer clout, divulge them boy
He ain't coming, he ain't listening