Weary Kings

A hard time we had of it
From our lands to foreign sands
And though the weather was bad for it
We stuck to the plan

And I felt queasy
When we pulled into town
The stars were high, the night was bright
And no one was around

A death a birth and a birth a curse
It blessed us then and it still hurts
I let her down, I know that now
I'm a tourist in my own town

So don't come around if you seek what once was
Don't come around, in anger or in love
Long ago, it was laid to rest
I thought it was for the best

And now we stare into sterile skies
High above shine satellites
I watch them arc, I watch for beacons
Any sign that might mean freedom

And I remember those weary kings
Their memory in the songs we sing
And they said not to worry at the end
"What defeats us now will defeat you then
What defeats us now will be a friend"



Credits
Writer(s): Fergus Bailey
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