The Great Enlightenment
The seasons in this town all look the same; and I've lost all track of where I am; i hear a song when I call your name; and miss the scents of the ground after the rains; We are aching for the walls to fall; Into the great enlightenment; Let’s not wait until its dawn my love; Before we hit the highway; Dangerous times; To live on the outskirts of town; with open fields all around; keeping you from going downtown; to smile to camera on time; On Friday in the boulevard; Where everything’s going down; When everything's going down; We are aching for the walls to fall; Into the great enlightenment; Let’s not wait until its dawn my love; Before we hit the highway; 