Entry War Song
Last saturday I stood in your entry wayThat place where we used to waitFor cars to carry us awayLike once in this storm, they drove me and justin homeThe music was just being bornIt was all I was longing for
Now im on a planeOff singin my songs again, oh please don'tthink ill of itCause its the reason I existsBut you, youre the crutch of a crippleYou're the calm of a conscienceYou're the peace that I have foundWhen all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring meWith the hands of a healerAnd the tongue of a teacherIts your voice that I have knownTo be the first one on the phoneYeah, you ran all the lights to the hospital
So don't you say to meThat life's a trapThe future is nothing but a tragedyCos I'll be out of that windowYeah, I'll start wishing to die againJust say we're not walking backwards, kidAnd show me to the doorAnd I'll walk behindOut into the hot sunlightWhere the world's very much aliveEven when I close my eyes
Well, should I admitThat my promise is counterfeitThat I'm careless and childishAnd that's all I can hope to beAnd would you concedeThat I think only of myselfI refuse everybody's helpWho has been reaching out for meWell, you reach with the soul of a sailorAnd the swing of a minerYou have cleared the rock awayLeaving gold there in its placeAnd it is more than anyone could claimOh, with the sense of a bankerAnd with the touch of a tailorYou saved this life for meAnd you have sown it to beautyAnd I am grateful now and I will always be
So would you sing with meThe song is all I knowSome truths are told now only in a melodySo I've been writing a new oneYeah, I've been taking my time with itIt's gonna be so perfectIt's gonna hold all of us inside of itYou will seeIf you just add your harmonyI think it would be completeAnd be worthy of singingBecomes a symphony
Yeah, you're the cool of the waterYou're the start of the summerKeep me still like a anchorIn a storm you're the cellarWhen I'm heavy with worry make me light as a featherWhen I'm deafened by anger you're the song I rememberWith the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillarWhen I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughterYou're a poetAnd a saintYou are the only one I choose to imitateOh, like the love of a father through the eye of a cameraIt's this picture I have seenWe're on a sloping hill of greenAnd you are walking there beside me