Letras
There's something wrong with the way that
There's something wrong with the way that they laugh
The way that they laugh
There's something haunted in how they
There's something haunted in how they look back
In how they look back
They speak of sacred light for hours
Then wrap themselves in gloom
They preach the beauty of the flowers
Then curse them as they bloom
They wear a blindfold to bury
They wear a blindfold to bury the past
To bury the past
I saw their eyes roll until they
I saw their eyes roll until they turned black
Until they turned black
Love falls by the wayside
Ashes turn to bones
Nightmares walk in daylight
Zealots fashion thrones
When the sun is gathered
Lift your sacred songs
Make the darkness scatter
'Til we tread the dawn
They speak of sacred light for hours
Then wrap themselves in gloom
They preach the beauty of the flowers
Then curse them as they bloom
Love falls by the wayside
Ashes turn to bones
Nightmares walk in daylight
Zealots fashion thrones
When the sun is gathered
Lift your sacred songs
Make the darkness scatter
'Til we tread the dawn
Stand in golden vesper light, under the western sky and sing
Stand amidst the fireflies, as fledgling stars arise and sing
Stand in fields of rye and oak, of pasque and prairie smoke and sing
Stand with grass beneath your feet, now gathering in the street and sing, oh
Stand atop the barricade, unbent and unafraid and sing, oh
Stand in solidarity with all humanity and sing, oh
Stand in the embraces of your wild and gracious loves and sing
Stand in golden vesper light, under the western sky and sing