The Warbler (The Choir)

What about the thunder we hear Any time the lightning reappears? Never fear the darkness of the shock Three hundred sixty strokes before Heaven Already eleven o'clock Listen to the warbler's rhapsody He never chirps any funeral melody He doesn't mind the night sky or the hawk Sorry lovers take wing under Heaven Bells ringing eleven o'clock Eleven o'clock You must believe it true when I swear we're alive Beware the deceiver He's a killer and a liar A killer and a liar Listen to how the coyote sings at the sight Never mind that drum dirge you hear droning Fade away into oblivion Let decay anyone moaning Anyone moaning You must believe it true when I swear we're alive Beware the deceiver He's a killer and a liar A chiller of desire Your spirit and your eyes are on fire Listen to the warbler's rhapsody He never sings any funeral melody Disregard anybody moaning Never mind that drum dirge droning What about that thunder we both hear Anytime the lightning reappears? Never dread the mystery of the shock Three hundred sixty strokes to touch Heaven It's only eleven o'clock Eleven o'clock