They came down for a reckoning They came down for the feast They came in the first, full flush of youth To the cold and mordant east They came down for a reckoning They came in from the heat They came down in the flush of youth Most days we get more or less what we desire Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire Around a simple spark, masses gather Troy, sickness redeemed, in straw, silk and leather They came up from the coastline Devoured by their host Knelt down in the oil sands Lashed themselves to a post Poets should neither be given money, nor money taken from An interest in the baser things never does become them A song is a pencil sketch A story is an ikon in chrome A novel is a moral carved into a grave Myth is stone in silicon. These days are not more nor less than we desire. Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire It's such a simple spark, but masses gather For Troy, redeemed, in straw, silk and leather. Most days we're not more nor less than we desire Skeletons try to warm themselves by the fire Around a simple spark, masses gather Troy, redeemed, in straw, silk and leather.