Lyrics

TIME TREMBLES

Copies of The Catcher in the Rye
Are about to be burned at the stake,
And with a tear in either eye,
A brave new dawn begins to break.

The lingering last kiss of the flame
Tickles the still-trembling ashes
On the scorched field where we won the game
But somehow forgot where the cash is.

Hearts beat in ragged rhythm;
Time trembles in the tower.
Hatred is up there with him;
It's not mankind's finest hour.

Patriot ghosts play "Yankee Doodle"
As they march into oblivion.
Yeah, the whole kit and caboodle
Is off to cruise the Caribbean.

Frozen children on the precipice
Of a pitch black and eager abyss
Are being forced to ask permission
To enter into perdition.

Hearts beat in ragged rhythm;
Time trembles in the tower.
Hatred is up there with him;
It's not mankind's finest hour.

Your cold memory makes me shiver
Till I catch a glimpse of your shadow,
And I see you're just a sliver
Of someone I used to know.

The mourners all gather around
The grave like it was a crime scene.
They watch as it's lowered down --
Yet another stillborn dream.

Hearts beat in ragged rhythm;
Time trembles in the tower.
Hatred is up there with him;
It's not mankind's finest hour.

Copyright © 2012 Lex Zaleta