Tuesday

We stand
Waiting for the call
And I’ve got nothing to explain
They’ve stopped
Nesting in the rooftops
They’ve stopped
Nesting above the wall
We’ll start again
With copes and fears
Blood in the palm
We are still waiting here
And these stairs
Mean nothing to me now
And this floor
Means nothing to me now
There’s no room for us here
In all this emptiness
We gotta run dear
We gotta run dear
Dear heart of mine
We gotta go
There’s a break in the rain
So grab your guitars
It’ll happen before you understand
They won’t
Wake until the morning
They won’t
Wake until the dawn
He’s been and gone
Another bloody waste
Crows at the door
Long before we could make it
They’ve stopped
Nesting in the rooftops
They’ve stopped
Nesting above the wall
There’s no room for us here
In all this emptiness
We gotta run dear
We gotta run dear
Dear heart of mine
We gotta go