Zero Day

a million little light bulbs
went on over the minds
of the dogs and cats and bureaucrats
who change what we see through our eyes
like nothing went wrong

deep in the rainforest a ritual occured
and somewhere in the embers of the funeral pyre
something was done
so all our machines couldn't run

on zero day

it's amazing how New York defends it's city to the death
though now the earth is warmer you'll all find youselves
shorter of breath

on zero day

and the weathermen will stop
and they'll listen awhile
for some sign of improving conditions
remember the summers we spent by the sea
we would lie on our backs while the sun baked our bodies
first I'd lotion you
and then you'd lotion me
in the old days when sunlight was easy and free

a million little postcards were dropped into the mail...

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