Testo Until Tomorrow

Mix me a drink, my throat is dry. Peel me an orange from the sky. A twist of citrus in my mouth from a volcanic sunset. Quench my thurst without regret. The last bit of day's light bursts out. Burning in the horizon we can see unusually large birds. They are rising. Their last chance before the night takes their site and they'll go unfed. The darkness fills their hearts with dread. Soon the mammals will take to the sky. They will fly with arms turned into wings. They sing to find their way we pray. As we watch the firey end of another's summer's day. It's light's last hurah until tomorrow. It's light's last hurah until tomorrow. It's light's last hurah until tomorrow. Until tomorrow. Until tomorrow. Until tomorrow. Until...