Living as an angel in the place that I was born Living on air, living in heaven Giving the lie down, the line to the There?s my heaven And I know which
You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground Here come the marching men Your colours wrapped around You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground
Still night, nothing for miles White curtain come down Kill the lights in the middle of the road And take a, take a look around It don't help to be one
And her hallway Moves Like the ocean Moves At the head of the river At the source of the sea Sitting here now in this bar for hours Tryin' to write it
I had a face on the mirror I had a hand on the gun I had a place in the sun And a ticket to Syria I had everything within my reach I had monkey and stuff
And now the torch and shadows lead Were it not so black and not so hard to see How can it help you when you don't know what you need? How can anybody
