Darkness Grows Uncivilized

I had a dream last night
 I was walking down the street
 Somewhere in Spain
 And it was a pretty little village
 Soaked in rain
 And I was thinking of Lorca
 The way that he died
 And how darkness grows uncivilized
 The light swept up by the trees
 And the shadows are marching in small degrees
 And I can hear the voice
 It's just out of reach
 Like the song caught between
 The moon's white teeth
 And darkness grows uncivilized
 I'm waiting on the corner
 Of Broadway and Bliss
 An angel of mercy
 I'm waiting for your kiss
 And out on the streets a line of cars
 Constellating like metal stars
 And I wait for you through all of this
 I wait for you and your sweet kiss
 And darkness grows uncivilized
 Uncivilized
 I hear a song
 And it hangs in the air
 I hear a scream
 Sounds like a prayer
 I'm thinking of Lorca
 And the way that he died
 And how darkness grows uncivilized
 And I think of the men
 Their hearts gone mad
 Pointing guns at the head
 Of God the holy father who
 Will point the gun right back at you
 And darkness grows uncivilized
 Uncivilized
 Darkness grows uncivilized
 Uncivilized
 Darkness darkness darkness darkness
 Darkness darkness darkness darkness
 Darkness darkness darkness darkness
 Darkness darkness darkness
 Grows uncivilized
 And I was thinking of Lorca
 And the way that he died