Found us in a small café, happened to be out that day, to watch it go by.
It came to pass that we shall be, early signs of victory from out of their eyes
If you lay your guns to ground, feel the weight of coming down, fall from
your mind.
Something that I ought to say to take away the pain of day, I'm leading the
blind.
Old man drifting won't you carry me out of this place.
Found us in a small café, happened to be out that day, to write it all down.
As they fell upon the floor, thought of all that's gone before, they went to
the ground.
Old man drifting won't you carry me out of this place.
The white dove is rising to the sound of your god given grace
To the sound of your god given grace.
Cheers!