Roaming Empire

It’s Wednesday morning in Saint Paul
It’s still tuesday night I didn’t sleep at all
The sparrow and the city want to call out the changes
And the river carries on
Under the highway over early morning sound
The shadows hand in hand until lonesome gods are almost gone
We are the roaming empire.
I’ll be as honest as I can
I told the truth a lot more when I began
Well I knew a lot more than I do now
And if we’re just these hearts and bones
I cannot leave yours well alone
When we have nothing left there’s nothing less between us.
We are the roaming empire.
We are the roaming empire
Yeah, we are the roaming empire.