removing the scrim

there are no symbols traced across the sky
princes may die but nobody would care
what matters now does not come up so high

when we were young we thought that we could fly
like gentle creatures of the upper air
there are no symbols traced across the sky

to tell us that our hopes turned out a lie
just adult voices cancelling a dare
what matters now does not come up so high

these days each thought just seems so very dry
and every sound becomes a hollow blare
there are no symbols traced across the sky

that would proclaim the simple reasons why
each of us wins a large and radiant share
what matters now does not come up so high

what we obtain is what we have to buy
by dint of effort that seems most unfair
there are no symbols traced across the sky
what matters now does not come up so high