So the day of dogs is really just the prequel
To the tales of wilted future gone
And the table of the gods is the final frontier
But it's just a silver dream before dawn
So the superstructure consists of two scenes
But if you look at the whole it's one big piece
Feel it slip as I reach into my bag of tricks
For a box of wind and some mystic fleece
So you're on the same sidewalk in a different part of town
There is no background message but you know there always is
Then destiny's dagger cut a lifelong tragedy
And the time of day was far away from the light of the farthest star