An Eastern Wind Lyrics

Triage for the gullet

Triage for the soul of this world

We dodge another bullet

Dislodge as the poles come unfurled

The Eastern wind

The sky burn in the night

Reach up from the bottom

Shout out that they caught him this time

It's the the razor to the occam

Cutting out all the rotten design

This Eastern gale

The minor scale of time

But this is all just fantasy, a filter on my eyes to see

The world that is that was

and that still could be

We work to

disengage

The essence of our

Age

..outrage

..pressure gauge

..working wage

Two straws on the camel

Break back as we trammel this sphere

Shoot one cross the channel

Soon won all the comic veneer

The Eastern air

She turns to stare in fright

When we find that it's all wrong

We had felt it all along

Another wave to wash away to clear the way

passion play

..our gateway

..to yesterday

..so cliche