myearthdream
Singer:edenbridge
there's method in our madness
we crave for greenfield land
we're leaving behind a stain
we're casting stones in the glass house of our promised land
the twain shall meet again
we bite the hands that feed us
but who cares when money talks
when time is of the essence here
we learnt to live in abject fear
we take it for granted and claim the moral high ground
our world restored to former glory
before the sands of time running out for us
grinded the faces of the wild
what goes around will come around
we reap the bitter harvest here
and we threw all caution to the winds
covering a multitude of sins
it is never to late to mend
fools rush in where angels dare to tread
see to where our hopeless way has lead
some little crumbs of sense
to put the world to rights
let nature take its course
and i still wish for the moon
our restless pace has slowed
we have come to the end of the road
at the crossroads where we are
let the slumbers never end
believe for a moment in time
no more grey and dreary deeds