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