Old dusty pictures of nothing
Create dust in the sky,
For all old memories fade
And new ones begin...
I see a man and his wife
Kissing the day away
And the lonely car on the road
Is getting plenty of sunshine
The day is going smoothly
And the teacups are faltering...
Is there ever such thing
As childhood love anymore?
I see the roads fading
And my heart feels lost,
And those Easter eggs on the road
Will soon be on the hill
For God shall resurrect them!
And all will be safe again,
And these roses of tales
Will soon be revealed,
And no one shall disrespect them
again!
For it is all beauty
Followed by profound resentment
And the shadows of sin
shall dance...
For Easter is here,
And there is a resurrection!
And it is happening
In front of our faces...
And roses live to be eighty years old
And dirt lasts a lifetime,
And humans are the Easter eggs
on the hill.
America is at a total loss
And who is one\'s profound boss?
For the beauty of resentment is here,
Behold the Easter eggs on the hill!