Lyrics

And the lines that hold us down
And the smell of the morning sun
Out the window nothing found
When our lives are on the run

Windows fogged with fear
Of the ways that robbers hear
The beggars who preach their word
And the words that’s never heard
And the devils who find a trail
For the burdens and betrayal
When the signs of all that come
While the chaos the radio plays on

And the clouds will congregate
Tell the stories of darkness still
And the winds will sing their songs
Blinding all of what went wrong
Finally the wish is well
Where the backs have sailed
To the grace of no one knows
And everyone will start alone

© Fred Argir