Phantom Sirens

Jane as Jane with hair of gold
Didn’t let her voice grow louder
Crushing under bomb shelter walls
When will the big one fall

Tom as Tom with body far from old
Clutching her with hands white as chowder
Precious hours tick by, they stall
When will the big one fall

Tom as Jane with dreams so bold
Their sets of parents couldn’t be prouder
Even authority begins to crawl
When will the big one fall

Jane as Tom with eyes that fold
Abruptly silenced with poisonous powder
Thumping love but shattered weak walls
All in all, when will the big one fall





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