Description

Folk acoustic singer songwriter, Slow tempo, warm, organic, simple, sparse, personal, intimate, introspective, Male vocals, acoustic guitar

Lyrics

Numbers flicker in the green display And the window frames a picture of eternal grey Feel the violence come Do we all surrender to a life one day Is to want enough to be, do you still feel the same Feel the violence come And my spirit is broken Oh brother do you hear what I hear There are songs, there are symphonies to write So I stay up all night, and I look to the day That I’m saved from the paper grenade Burn to find the wonder of the good stuff Feel the endless hours waiting for the time to pass Ultraviolet light Going out of my head I learned something from you today From the truth that was forgotten for so long If you’ve been hanging on to something that is already gone You’re a victim of the paper grenade Moving just enough to keep the fear at bay Better stay out of the city ‘till I find my love A friendship unspoken And it can acted broken Oh brother do you hear what I hear There are songs, there are symphonies to write Now I stay up all night, and I look to the day That I’m saved from the paper grenade So we’ll stay up all night, and I look to the day That I’m saved from the paper grenade