lyrics
Through the door to the morning, we ran to the fray
From the glow of the lamppost, to the cold light of day
Time’s law and its letters, could hardly hold sway
When our dreams for tomorrow, were lived yesterday
We laughed at our betters, and thrashed at the fates
Pushed ourselves to the limits, left the world in our swathe
Swiped the crown from the high shelf, grasped all we could take
Ate our fill at the banquet, and spat on the plate
Chorus:
Now we’re learning to swim, while the ship’s going down
Left it to late and, we’re starting to drown
God bless the meek, but the meek can’t be found
Learning to swim, while the ship’s going down
In the wan of the evening, and the dark of the night
The world fell to the fire, as we watched it ignite
At four in the morning, it’s just far too late
Now the party it’s over, the move it is mate
Then from out of the ashes, redemption was sworn
New songs they’ll be written, and dreams will be born
But there is no forgiveness, for us not a sound
If you hunt with the wolves, you can’t run with hounds
credits
from
Paint You A Line,
track released November 30, 2010
Lyrics: Phil Ingham
Music: Pete Jongsma
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