With The Wolves And The Hares

Pulling at the rope at your feet
The whole mountain will stay out of reach
But the connection will be uncovered
And the space between will grow shorter
A song composed for years combined
Will not impress the ears much younger
And the secret servants will clap the flame higher
You have to pull that rope
Do you believe in the mice that chewed the strings?
Do you believe in those judgements of bravery?
There are too many holes and not enough blankets
So there will be shaking tonight
A dark unimpressed cloud over the school of thought
Poison works fast but influence is faster
Grown men look down with the curiosity of birds
We had our chance to die, we could have seen the mountain fall
Eternity may have burnt out its wick
Yet we still force ourselves to walk alone
Animation still burning our blood like ice falling against our necks
We wake up growling like animals, scratching at one another's flesh
The only lust we still maintain is to walk and run from rock to rock
Piece of granite to mossy, worn, curved granite
We lie between the rocks in caves and crevice imaging doors, windows and curtains
Imaging wolves ringing the church bells
Imaging hares painting our portraits to hang in stairwells, recording our shaved faces
Dalmatians in elevators talking of hobbies of snake charming
And we ride them up and we ride them down
As outside the war goes on and becomes like a fossil stuck in rock
Some nights we sew up the rips in the blankets that we lie on
Just so we don't fall through the cracks in the dreams that we have
You have to pull that rope to make the whole thing unravel
You have to climb those cliffs before you can fall into the sea
You have to climb to heaven before you can fall into the pit
How many pets do you have? how many do you care about?
You have to climb the bed before you can sleep with fortune
And you cough and you yell and you yelp and you growl
And you think that the world is about to unravel
Well the rope is at your feet
The servants come out to read the list of rules nailed to the carpet
The babies are all mentioned in the songs of the son
The spiders all chant the name of their ancient constellation
The lonely girl reads a sonnet written to her by the doctor
The violin is heard by everyone
The violin plays for everyone
The violin doesn't stop when the sun goes down
The violin is attacked by the mice of the lord
Everyone turns to see the spit land on the ground
It rolls along the dust and looks like a brown piece of quartz
The gas breaks free from the pipe by the road
As a rip appears in the blanket that covers your shoulders
The eagle has reappeared
I thought it was dead
Last night I saw it land on a stump
I think it means the rope has been thrown
And all we have to do is pull
To bring the whole mountain down
Upon a million souls
Upon a million men
Upon this old hotel
And what will the newspapers say?
When they find us huddling
With the wolves and the hares
Covered by a blanket