Lancer from Kennedy by The Broadest Blue

Bring her out for the ceremony
Impatiently scowling he called for her
In her bereavement, to stand up and leave him,
And come to the front

Standing still for the ceremony
With blood on her jacket, and everyone gathered,
The body was taken,
Concealed with the cargo
In the other plane

At night, I dreamt his casket
Made its way into my attic
My fear, my reservation
Not to see the alterations
They held him up and I saw the clay in his head
Molded to an entry wound
Terrified, I know this make me an eyewitness
And I will be a target soon

As the plane moves along its journey
Tension’s relentless, they drink their despair
With a view to uphold the story,
The double speeds past them, for secret repairs

• Rock
• compositional
• folk
• indie
• jazz
• New York