Alpha Shallows
He could fall and shake and weep,By his holy are my feet,And heart with mention the dear that may not speak,We feel tight when there is tension,And our eyes can make us weep.
And his heart was full of fire,At the man he had become,And his soul was seldom higher,With the falsities of fun,Could embrace sweet desires in moments as they pass,but He feared ever more, he saw it didn't last.
We walk up Holland Avenue,And watch the rich as they consume,That product made our hearts exude,an emptiness unrivalled by,The hunger that I could control,He'd pray up to his God that he might save their soul.
The grey in this city is too much to bear,The grey in this city is too much to bear,And I believe we are meant to be seen,And not to be understood.
And I want to be held by those arms,I want to be held by those arms.
You'll work your thumbs `till they're sore,And you'll work my heart until it's raw,And you'll call and you'll call but you'll never be told.And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall,And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall.
We are basic light, we are basic light.