HOT TEARS

Hot Tears, we’ve been robbed blind and we call the darkness light

We don’t need God to tell us that the world ain’t right

Open -hearted policies seem to be completely obsolete

Or perhaps it’s really fine out there and the problem is all with me.

Have you got an attitude like cement around your heart?

What you want and what you need, can you tell them apart?

Watch out for hollow signposts and glossy paper dreams

There’s a Garden gone and a skeleton is offering you relief.

In side the air, at dusk and dawn

Where the owl and the hawk still fly

A trail of smoke can still evoke

A time before true love could die

Bad dreams invade our time in the name of love and peace

God’s name is a marketplace for the powerful elite

The Good Life is thought and taught to be something you’ve got to buy

And no one knows just what He wants or why He draws a dividing line

In side the air, at dusk and dawn

Where the owl and the hawk still fly

A trail of smoke can still evoke

A time before true love could die

“Good Luck “ is not enough to guarantee your style’

All kinds of tricks and trades have made our troubled water vile

No doubt good reason our backs are against the wall

But True Love will rise up and none of her children fall

In side the air, at dusk and dawn

Where the owl and the hawk still fly

A trail of smoke can still evoke

A time before true love could die