Lyrics For The Ex-Patriots LIVE at the Roísin Dubh
She wears her dust
Every place in this town
Glory, Glory, Halleluia
Greatness needs
time and distance to move its hand
We come here
To seek moisture in the sand.
And when evening comes we'll all have a chance to enhance
All the things we've said before
And when evening comes we'll all have a chance to enhance
All the things we've said before
When the glaze of twilight
Makes words so rich
They're melting as they leave our lips
We'll drown our sorrows bit by bit
And see where we get.
We search for years, sifting this sullen soil
Words and phrases scrawled here to show our toil
I hold such greatness
Right here in my hands
But then these promises don't last
Let's all crawl into a glass
And say the things we've said before
So when evening comes
We'll all have a chance to enhance
all the things we've said before
When the haze of twilight
Makes words so rich
They're melting as they leave our lips
We'll drown our sorrows bit by bit
And see where we get.
All lyrics copyright Sean Lightholder. All Rights Reserved.