Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event

No more gold lights… for the queen earth…
To keep you warm… in your kingdoms…
High… on the waves you make for us!
But not since you left have the waves come!
The bar is dead…
And the rockets rain is keeping you wet in your deathbed
So high… on the waves you made for us!
And not since you left have the waves come…
High… on the waves you made for us!
Not since you left have the waves come…
(have the waves come)
To Nadja, Love — Jesus]