Last Day of June

(N. Finn) The firelight plays on me The choir ignites behind me The rising voice of discontent All the guardian angels You can bang the drum Look what we've become I hope there might be one of us Who calls the tune Last day of june The so called third dimension Hardly deserves a mention The first and second stages Have been confused for ages Knowledge has been lost How much does it cost I hope there might be one of us Who calls the tune Last of june Who breaks the news Last day of june The city draws it's breath in I can almost hear it thinking There are people within my walls See their wild disorder Driving their machines Swarming like a million bees I hope there might be one of us Who calls the tune Last day of june Who speaks the truth Last day of june Who breaks the news Last day of june