Age of Empires

We sailed on down

'Til we found

All the phone lines cut down

And listened as the warm night buzze4d away

On sacks of hay

We would lay and observe all our veins

That wrap around like ley lines in the ground

Every little now and then

Inspiration rears it's head

And sweetens every sight and every sound

I felt it in a thread-bound seat

Riding 13,000 feet

Praying I would never reach the ground

I was looking right back over that night

And clutching tight those little yellow stripes

Sat in a chair way up in the sky

The Aegean tides flow beneath my thighs

In a bid to sharpen that knife

And quell the strife of modern life

I'm waking up amused

As I peruse the morning news

And I'm resolute

I broke my curse in rhyming verse