New Found Land After The Rain
What is left after the rain
Has wiped away it all
No neighbours that are yelling
No planes, no cars
No pictures are disturbing
And nothing spoils the fun
No kids that fall asleep
In a room filled with guns
What is left after the sun
Announced the final round
Would you order
Something stronger
Or would you rather stay sharp
We speak no more of evil
And things that can be done
Those who never bothered
Are the ones who won
Nothing to swallow
Nothing to loathe
Nothing to follow
Nothing to love
