Close your eyes,
Go to sleep now on the rise.
The dead man sounds out
The sweetest lullabies.
Oh, but here in the end,
You've found a friend,
The one whose name
You call your own
Heaven in the skies or
Hell in disguise?
Well now, my dear,
Who can know?
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already gone
This can't please us.
Oh, it just won't ever be so.
So smile, my little Jesus,
It's not your fault, that you know.
And at the end of the game,
Our war hands are tame,
The guns have all been thrown away.
But my heart is broke
And filled up with smoke,
You just can't fight the lonely days.
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already gone
Your heaven weighs a ton
And my hell has just begun
(Chorus)
Oh, but God knows why
The vultures fly
When I follow you,
Crawling back to raise our flag.
The tongue that wags
Will be bitten through
Our time's already
Come and gone
Awake in the day,
But before you go,
Come for me.
I'll tell you off and turn you on,
Baby, before you go
But your time's already,
Our time's already
Gone.
Don Ryan is a singer/songwriter whose compositions are delectable cocktails of ageless beauty and gritty discord — a
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