WAVING AT RUSSIA

the last day of the month was the clearest one all year
and we gave ourselves a moment to wake up and see what's here
beyond the bubble of our walls and all that keeps us at bay
and there will never be enough hours in the day

the last time we looked up it was raging bering storm
hours spent philosophizing, hours spent just keeping warm
using what we come by and throwing none away
cuz we'll never get more hours in the day

and we'll never get more music than what we can make
mixed in with the world voice, the rumble and the quake
all the sounds together brimming to a thunderous applause
and there will always be another sea to cross