No More Tears - Climate

What kind of people here?

It’ll fit its rhymes

The clock face covered in tears

Well, what can you do?

I smile at you

As you fold the newspaper in two

Darling watch me say

Forget this time

Forget this terrible day

Dear, get up

Let’s go

Where no more tears

Will salt the end of your nose

I thought maybe you’d be happier some day

Feel the foreign sun

Forget that civilization

Until the excavation’s begun

Why can’t we be

Climbing in a tree

In the golden fifth century

Oh the sun sets soon

We will smile half moons

And do whatever you choose

Dear, get up

Let’s go

Where no more tears

Will salt the end of your nose

I thought maybe you’d be happier some day