Same Old Song

Drunk and lost we stumble into the void

Never quite alone in our misery

Everyone we know sings the same song

“Man up on high, who gave us the sky

Make me a palace, forgive me of my malice

Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me til I’m complete.”

We sit around waiting for the promised lands

Never moving, staring off beyond what we can see

Hoping someone can see what we need, saying

“Man up on high, who gave us the sky

Make me a palace, forgive me of my malice

Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me till I’m complete”

The world burns around us

People scream for peace and mercy

Always, forever, whispering

“Man up on high, who gave us the sky

Make me a palace, forgive me of my malice

Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me till I’m complete”

I don’t know how to live

Can’t trust myself on my own

Begging for your beck and call, praying

“Man up on high, who gave us the sky

Make me a palace, forgive me of my malice

Love me tender, love me sweet

Love me till I’m complete”