The seeds are sown and there's nothing left to reap
The wind blows hard but no one's calling your name
It's time to return, it's time to break the spell
Leave this plane behind with a heavy heart
Did you ever feel it?
Like you were out of place
Did you ever get high on the air
Poisoned by our deeds
From the little crack in the concrete
Grew the rose without a name
But it's too little, too late
It's too late for the race of Cain
Well the seeds are sown and there's nothing left to reap
The wind blows hard but no one's calling your name
It's time to return, it's time to break the spell
Leave this plane behind with a heavy heart
Our quiet voices as we whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass
Or rats feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
We are the hollow men!
credits
from Bomber Gap,
track released October 2, 2014
Recorded at Tonehaven studio 9/2014
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