Naked at the Feast

In a standing trance

Totally self possessed

Cup filled to the brim

Like Dionysus

The sun has died forever

In spite of how it lingers

Dead in the sky, dying on the vine

There's laughter on the breeze

The night's creeping in

All that's left is the moon, and it's just waning

I have this kind of dream

Where I'm naked at the feast

They're gonna eat me alive

And I'm just waiting, waiting, waiting

The sun has died forever

In spite of how it lingers

Dead in the sky, dying on the vine