Under Cover of Night

How many days above ground Numbered as they might be With clocks ticking out hours Like living machinery things Will there be this time around Nothing last forever when time gives up Scattered ashes over oceans on lifted winds Will find their way to heaven if we breath As the sun burns out when we leave Buried in youth too young to die The mind will never succumb to that We are wired to survive catastrophe Hide the dirt under the rug one last time Buried in youth too young to die Sad thoughts can never separate us From ourselves when we are happy Together we can master the Earth Hide under the covers till it passes