November 12, 2015

Lyrics

the streets are cracked and there's glass everywhere
and the children stare with a motherless eyes
in arms of beauty and on fields of war
trapped in lament from the poet's core

oh where oh where will i be?
oh where when that old trumpet sounds?

i met an indian girl in ottawa
she said "you'll be all right when you wah wah
don't waste your breath don't waste your heart
don't blister your heels walking in the dark"

yeah i like the heat of your body laying under me
may your wild lip get you where you're going
with your inventions your intentions your laughter
your forever yearning

oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds?

you're talking and healing the scars
gnawing away at the steel bars
going down pure crawling in the cracks
going all the way down and coming all the way back

oh where oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds?
oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds?

well the heart opens wide like it's never seen love
and addiction stays on tight like a glove

oh where oh where will i be?

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