The Twilight’s Green Illuminate Beam,
This Great ImBalance, that I’ve seen,
That Trees Got Icy Branches and,
The Good In Bad, That God I’ve Been.

While There Goes Irwing Bishop to,
Play Tuesday’s Grand Industrial Band,
The Thousandth Giant Isn’t Blue
And The Grey In Between is you.

And so the Thunder Grapes I Beckon,
Tomorrow Glares Into Beyond.
The Golden Island Blues is back and
To Go Is Brave, To Grace I’m Bound.