Album: Distance And Clime

Patiently Standing

It’s news to us. We’re caught in it backwards. Racing down asphalt finding the
faults. The cities and counties with fire brigades, and citizens absent from Metal
parades. Where the fools are patiently standing, stuck with the documents at the
controls for the night. Converse here safely, being yourselves. Ignore the keenery.
Ignore the wealth. We are left sitting amongst the gamma rays in forests of dwarf
size for years and two days.