The spirit of what is found
Is like nothing it was when hidden
Like the free and steady speeches
Of a harrowing hurt
Your father's far and gone
Is what you led me to believe
But it's some fined tuned living
To kill the need
Where we gonna fly to, hard pressed to live the lie
Stealin out the back door, hoping you don't notice my
Staging is oblivious to the hurt you've been sharing with your eyes
So here we go again, let's give it another try to
Find the faded songs in the roads of the Sunday drives
Oh there's thunder in a blue sky
I sometimes hear a crying
Rising from a surfaced line
She swings a common reader blow
To my fluttering mind
A wind has wrapped them in its wings
And carried them far from where they came
God haunt this imitation
And take the shame
Where we gonna fly to, hard pressed to live the lie
Stealin out the back door, hoping you don't notice my
Staging is oblivious to the hurt you've been sharing with your eyes
So here we go again, let's give it another try to
Find the faded songs in the roads of the Sunday drives
Oh there's thunder in a blue sky
Leave, gone
High roads
We're searching for a city
Seems like
We're close
We're hungry for an ending
I feel
Deep love
Hidden in our dim life
Light writes
Secret
Kingdoms in our driveways
Light writes
Secret
Kingdoms
Where we gonna fly to, hard pressed to live the lie
Stealin out the back door, hoping you don't notice my
Staging is oblivious to the hurt you've been sharing with your eyes
So here we go again, let's give it another try to
Find the faded songs in the roads of the Sunday drives
Oh there's thunder in a blue sky