September: Fog of War
Mary came down and pushed me to the ground
She said, "I've got a song for you to sing.
No one's gonna listen, but that's not the mission.
Just find a way through all of the pain."
There's no cure for the loneliness
But maybe we can ease the pain
When the lion was a cub, it purred from belly rubs
Now it fights the demons that pass through your dreams
This is no different, it's a story just as ancient
You'll get through this hell, or learn to love the flames
There's no cure for the loneliness
But maybe we can ease the pain
There's no reason for emptiness
So, let's fill this life to its brim until we're forced into the grave
It all started with a war, you see
It wasn't always just hypocrisy
But the fog of war has us lost at sea
Just close your eyes, there's nothing left to see
It all ended with a word, you see
A word that sounded like hypocrisy
Our hopeful ship lost its buoyancy
And in the end, we fell back to the sea
Hey Matthew, grab your pen. It's time to write again
Don't worry about your sins, every play comes to an end
Let the rain flood us now back into the sea
Or let the fires burn, it's no different to me
Mary came down and pushed me to the ground
She said, "I've got a song for you to sing."
Hey Matthew, grab your pen. It's time to write again
Write a song, write a play, write the end of your pain
She said, "I've got a song for you to sing.
No one's gonna listen, but that's not the mission.
Just find a way through all of the pain."
There's no cure for the loneliness
But maybe we can ease the pain
When the lion was a cub, it purred from belly rubs
Now it fights the demons that pass through your dreams
This is no different, it's a story just as ancient
You'll get through this hell, or learn to love the flames
There's no cure for the loneliness
But maybe we can ease the pain
There's no reason for emptiness
So, let's fill this life to its brim until we're forced into the grave
It all started with a war, you see
It wasn't always just hypocrisy
But the fog of war has us lost at sea
Just close your eyes, there's nothing left to see
It all ended with a word, you see
A word that sounded like hypocrisy
Our hopeful ship lost its buoyancy
And in the end, we fell back to the sea
Hey Matthew, grab your pen. It's time to write again
Don't worry about your sins, every play comes to an end
Let the rain flood us now back into the sea
Or let the fires burn, it's no different to me
Mary came down and pushed me to the ground
She said, "I've got a song for you to sing."
Hey Matthew, grab your pen. It's time to write again
Write a song, write a play, write the end of your pain
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Bartholomew
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- January: A Well-Fertilized Flower
- February: Posturing and Pretense
- March: A Song for Spring (feat. Jacob Cotner)
- April: Dreary or Mad Dreams
- May: Holding Hands in a Park at Night
- June: Livestreaming an Exorcism
- July: Sunrise Over the Sea
- August: Longevity as Defiance
- September: Fog of War
- October: Dabbling in Prophecy (feat. Audrey Willis-Bartholomew)
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