Tonight on Evelyn street, lessons in survival dissolve in the heat   Below, poolside blue and boxcutter youth   Cut them to ribbons in a telephone booth   Hear how nightingales sing for those without hearing, for those without thought   But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives    Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide   Now, the sound of singing won’t calm you it’ll only make you sick   The blocks to bleed across the sidewalk, to tumble and trip   But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives    Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide   The threat of deat just withstanding, the sound of these birds   Where beauty won’t end   A blur deaf to the crosstalk, the clot of the feathers that stick to the sidewalk   But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives    Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory,   The end of the story   Where blessings of glory collide   Collide, collide