On the last night of the heatwave before the storm arrived We sat up on the roof and chewed at our lives There was a fierce wind gusting and debris flying And the black trees waving from side to side
Then the thunder roared and down came the rain If we'd forgotten what was real, while we knew it then Ah, remember the night There's a cacophony of voices telling us what to believe When the press-gang shows it will be time to leave
And let the columns of the righteous pass us by Take only what we need, keep the powder dry They only shoot deserters they can find
It's easy to love people that it's easy to make happy It's harder to love people who are never satisfied Everything is dividing and loyalties questioned Sometimes I'm terrified by my own side
Maybe there's other kinds of heroes in these troubled lands Maybe doubt in the heart, maybe blood of the hands The young ones all restless, excited to be here And the old ones say less but laugh the more
So let the columns of the righteous pass us by Take only what we need, keep the powder dry They only shoot deserters they can find
And still these mornings I wake up singing Even if I can't remember why These mornings I wake up singing Even if I can't remember why
Take only what we need, keep the powder dry They only shoot deserters they can findTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
