Hell of a Song

And you write in blood,
and you write in blood,
ant you write in blood,
songs that are long dead and gone.

By the edge of fear,
on the edge of fear,
On the edge of a rhyme long gone.
On the edge of a love long gone.

We were as gods,
we were as gods,
we were as gods
with the breath of our soul long gone.
The light of our soul long gone.

It’s made of trust
it’s made of trust,
it’s made of trust -
This need for truth long gone.
This need to run long gone.

And the brave will die,
and the good will die,
With the gift of dust all gone.
When all the dust is gone.

They say you believed,
they say you foresaw
you knew it would all be gone.
Before the foretelling was gone
before the innocence was gone.

It’s all the same
It’s all the same
you can taste the truth long gone
the taint of dust long gone.
The time is long long gone.

It’s all good, It’s all fine
we fucked up the tune
we missed the beat
otherwise was a hell of a song.