(Sullivan) 2021
There is still no word from the front, we’re just waiting in the sunshine
Up among the rooftops high above the eerie silent city
Throwing useless coins up against a wall
Sharing food and music and laughing all the way
To whatever we’ve got coming
Like the waters seep away before the arriving of the deluge
The world takes in a long deep breath and waits to exhale
This is not the end of everything, just a little realignment
When you have to change your life is when you know you’re living
Clear skies, clear skies
The miracle of running on empty
So wasn’t it always just this way, warring gods and squabbling children
And everybody hates the government and everybody wants to do the right thing
And the reapers and the midwives walk amongst the crowds
We never thought to stop them, for we know we are their people
And I can hear what they are saying, I can see their point of view
I just don’t feel much like talking, the way they always seem to do
There’s a time it’s best to leave the words just hanging in the air
A time for drifting on the blessed silence
And there’s still no word from the front, we’re just staring at our phones
We have control over so little - beginning with ourselves
By and by we’ll be out of here, heading into who knows where
Forgetting everything that we’ve been learning
Clear skies, clear skies
The miracle of running on empty
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