Atlantean Rain

The music never stops
The cloud banks always move
The oranges keep growing on the trees

But there are days like these
When the office windows reflect a sun
As red as the brake lights home

And an end of the world is foretold
Our longing for apocalypse is stirred
That the hubris our shame will finally resolve

But the blood in the sky just dissolves
And the grays move further along their way
We are right we are right for just a moment