Gulliver Foyle

Now there’s little left to say
Everything we thought would last has gone away
And what we gripped with all our might
Has turned its back on us and fled into the night

But it’s ok, cause we’re still here
Huddled in the rain together
And in that we should find shelter
From anything to come

We’re headed for the blue, the black, the stars, the flames
The destination up ahead is hidden in the haze
We wring our hands and burn our bridges shouting blame
Fingers crossed we still can get out of our own way, someday

The world has seen this all before
Self–destructive drive to always even up the score
An eye for an eye just leaves us blind
That’s too high a price to pay for spite

But it’s ok, we’re all in pain
Huddled in the rain together
And in that we should find shelter
From anything to come

We’re headed for the blue, the black, the stars, the flames
The destination up ahead is hidden in the haze
We wring our hands and burn our bridges shouting blame
Fingers crossed we still can get out of our own way, someday

…it’s not too late

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