lyrics
Is this the end, is this oblivion?
When in our hands, chrysanthemums
for it's a sign of what's to come
The Great Divide, The Great Undone
Here I am standing at this door
with the weight of the world all gone to war
I carry it around if you can tell
it is an art and I do it well
Don’t you turn around to see this
It breaks the heart in pieces
No more moving speeches
We have to set this before our eyes
carve it into our hearts with knives
"A third of all those, those with him fell"
I wrote it down, underlined it well
No, we have to set this before our eyes
carve it into our hearts with knives
”if they hated me, they will hate you”
Say it with me, with words like Camus
Don’t you turn around to see this
It breaks the heart in pieces
Don’t you turn around to see this
No more moving speeches
credits
from
Hidden Mansions ep,
released June 1, 2010
Performed by D. E. Lee Bozeman and Michael Edwards.
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