Monochrome

it's 4 in the morning July in '69
me and my sister
we crept down like shadows
they're bringing the moon right down to our sitting room
static & silence
& a monochrome vision

they're dancing around
slow puppets silver ground
& the world is watching with joy
we hear a voice from above
& it's history
& we stayed awake
all night

& something is said & the whole room laughs aloud
me & my sister
looking on like shadows
the end of an age as we watched them walk in a glow
lost in space
but i don't know where it is

they're dancing around
slow puppets silver ground
& the stars & stripes in the sand
we hear a voice from above
& it's history
& we stayed awake
all night

they're dancing around
it sends a shiver down my spine
& i run to look in the sky &
i half-expect to hear them asking to come down
will they fly or will they fall?
to be excited
by a long late night

- The Sundays, 1997



(One of my all-time favorite bands. You haven't lived till you hear Harriet Wheeler live, especially when she sings "Wild Horses." I just learned we share a birthday. She's a doll-baby.)