Cicada Sings (Brownstein/Amarante)

They pull wings from soaring angels

Forging truths in fallen fables

They combine a crumbling man

and piece him bravely in the sand

They use fire in a forest

Burning fortune in a chorus

Wringing shadows, split and steam

Seep like oil in their streams

Rushing nearly to the teem

Cicada sings and still remains

Sleeping kindly-laughing plain

Cicada sings and I abstain

The little dove in the rain

When it rains

They work men until they're dying

Breeding babies, bald and crying

Young and smiling, young and free

They're as simple as they'll be

They kill kings while they're still dreaming

Cutting sound while you're still screaming

They'll make a bad boy out of me

What they make is what you see

Cicada sings and still remains

Sleeping kindly-laughing plain

Cicada sings and I abstain

The little dove in the rain

When it rains

Written by Jake Brownstein and Patrick Amarante

Copyright Lazy Egg Records