I had a dream last night:

I was walking down the street
Somewhere in Spain
And it was a pretty little village
Soaked in rain
And I was thinking of Lorca
The way that he died
And how darkness grows uncivilized
The light swept up by the trees
And the shadows are marching in small degrees
And I can hear the voice
It's just out of reach
Like the song caught between
The moon's white teeth
And darkness grows uncivilized

I'm waiting on the corner
Of Broadway and Bliss
An angel of mercy
I'm waiting for your kiss
And out on the streets a line of cars
Constellating like metal stars
And I wait for you through all of this
I wait for you and your sweet kiss
And darkness grows uncivilized
Uncivilized
I hear a storm
And it hangs in the air
I hear a scream
Sounds like a prayer

I'm thinking of Lorca
And the way that he died
And how darkness grows uncivilized
And I think of the men
Their hearts gone mad
Pointing guns at the head
Of God, the holy father, who
Will point the gun right back at you
And darkness grows uncivilized
Uncivilized

Darkness grows uncivilized
Uncivilized

And I was thinking of Lorca
And the way that he died