Took more than fortune to bring her out of her hiding place.
Looking for something more vindicating than her disgrace.
Hear the rain fall, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, on the blacktop outside of the theater.
And the man with his hands held out and the tattered, old loincloth really don't know her.
We fell asleep in the satellite, looking for a way inside of a garden overgrown with angry thorns and no more roses.
Upon the alter the masses are playing balderdash;
Inventing their incentive, expensive, but paid in cash.
See the coins drop, 1-2-3-4-5. Look alive, son, this won't save you.
Let's just be honest: you couldn't possibly promise to dwell upon us and con us into doing what you want us to do.
We fell asleep in the satellite, looking for a way inside of a garden overgrown with angry thorns and no more roses.
We fell asleep in the satellite, looking for a way inside of a garden overgrown with angry thorns and no more roses.
We fell asleep in the satellite, trying to be satisfied with the way things have always been, and fear in our eyes.
(c) 2016 Ryan David Orr/Everybody Everywhere Music (ASCAP)
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