Violence in the Mouth of Age

What age?

What age?

? that’s a virtuous sign

Tell me, baby, what age

What choir of perfect-postured children will sing for us tonight?

I don’t know where we’re going, but I know what I like

The only jaws of yesterday

And where the brave sits there’s a beautiful violence in the mouth of age

Can’t you taste it?

All the apples in the sweet rice

And everybody’s acting so nice

In their soft generation all covered in ice

The only jaws of yesterday

And where the brave sits there’s a beautiful violence in the mouth of age

And I remember it

Where do we go? (What age?)

What do we know?

Where will we go?

There's a violence in the mouth of age