THE STORY:
Tell them I am coming
In the little mountain villages
Where sparrow girls in homespun dress
Spin in tiny circles
Stir the dust and build a Storm
That will last longer than anyone believes
And the ground beneath my heels
At my approach will surely crack
Tell them I am coming
With an army at my back.
Tell them I am coming
In the dark and cloistered cities
Where the coffee notes infest
The narrow minds and tiny rooms
Where the talkers only talk of small rebellion
Before they find a seat and settle
Tell themselves they fought the battle in their
Binary coded war
Tell them I am coming
All I settle is the score.
Tell them I am coming
Coming fast and coming now
Bringing ashes, where once was fire,
Echoes, where once was music,
Dust, where once was life.
For their architecture’s showing
Like bones that keep on growing,
For no reason,
Other than to grow.
Tell them I am coming
Though they’ll be
The last to know.
