Little Drum
I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights
I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I'm fine
No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five
And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive
I waited for the crash to come
Too many days with too little to do
I waited but nothing came at all
So many days spent in empty rooms
It's too late for a wasted youth
All quiet on the Eastern Front now
We dare not move
It's too late to wage a war
It's all quiet on the Eastern Front and
We all are bored