Ginger Wildheart House Of Moths
It's quarter to five and it's pitch dark outside
As the lights on the Tyne ebb and flow
My soul begins sliding like rain
As it glides by my window
I'm alive and I'm lost in my choices
My shots at establishing what I'll abide
At opposite ends
We both look like men from the outside
Evolution would claim we are brothers
We could not, could not share the same Mother
We suck in the same air
We share the same God and we feel the same atmosphere
Evolution would claim we are partners
We could not, should share the same father
You are not of my kind
I live to believe and I leave you behind
As we're steered into the light
From the darkness and the ever-grey night
And we feel fear, though some fear the fight
When the day arrives
And only strongest survive
It's quarter to six and I'm feeling like shit
As the war rages deep in my bones
In patience, in love, in grace
Try to smother my ego
Each step that I make
Each day I wake up until death I'll take comfort and pride
Whilst you wrestle with sin
We both look like men from the outside
Evolution would claim we are brothers
We could not, could not share the same Mother
We suck in the same air
We share the same God and we feel the same atmosphere
Evolution would claim we are partners
We could not, should share the same father
You are not of my kind
I live to believe and I leave you behind
As we're steered into the light
From the darkness and the ever-grey night
And we feel fear, though some fear the fight
When the day arrives
And only strongest survive
