He ain't coming, he ain't listening

Dawn boy

Heaving so fast in the glistening night

Where none of his fears can run as fast

And none of his qualms escape an elder's trigone

Beautiful boy

I'm off to the moon, with foundherentism

The castles you stood before didn't seem too pleased with the name you chose

You carved it out of sandpaper, oh how did you?

Dawn boy it seems like bartered nights don't wish you well

My robes flare for you dawn boy, you must let them

You're trimming yourself as your lupines won't bloom

Words conquer clout, divulge them boy

He ain't coming, he ain't listening