Pilate A Kind Of Hope
I dreamed a garden full of light:
Just you and a man in white.
He tears the apples from your eyes
Just to navigate your rise.
Waiting for the moment when the night becomes kind
There's a shadow creeping through here;
Will it each your heart and mind?
Standing in the corner, too tired t'sense defeat
And you long to take this with you
But you yearn to be set free
I've wasted words of love and faith;
Their true meaning came too late.
Now they're just whispers in the dark,
Just scars upon your heart.
They're just scars...
Waiting for the moment when the night becomes kind--
There's a shadow creeping through here,
Will it reach your heart and mind?
Standing in the corner, too tired t'sense defeat
And you long to take this with you
And you yearn to be set free.
There's a kind of hope you hold on to
When the way is dark and there's little to lose.
A kiss goodnight: the trap we spring.
Don't turn me out, I've gold to bring.
A kiss goodnight: the trap we spring.
Don't turn me out, I've gold, I've gold...
Waiting for the moment when the night becomes kind--
There's a shadow creeping through here,
Will it reach your heart and mind?
Standing in the corner, too tired but I see fine.
Are you holding up?
Is the situation dire?
Oh, please don't tire!
Are you holding up?
Is the situation dire?
There's a kind of hope you hold on to
When the way is dark and you've little to lose.
Can you build a life on your knees,
When the cost you've paid is the prize you seek?