Onward, upward
Like a soldier carries on
Like a preist without a congregation
Like a bird without a song
& we could drown in these stormy waters
But I'm not afraid to try
Cause there's a silent eye that moves on by through old familiar skies
Silent seeker
In a room without a view
Blocking out the only source of sunlight
What a stupid thing to do
& sneaking down your spiral staircase
Trying not to make a sound
& when the rain comes down it soaks the ground through old familiar skies
I wake up far from my brigade
No, this is not the bed I made
The pin is out of the grenade
Wake me quickly
Cause we haven't time to spare
I'm not looking for an easy answer
I'm just asking for a prayer
Cause it's a short life & tomorrow
When I've squandered all my time
I will lift my head and talk instead to old familiar skies
To those old familiar skies
To those old familiar
My other project, featuring the vocals of Joe O'Neill. Experimental, bombastic alt rock. "If less is more, thing how much more will be!" Roger Heathers