Poets Of The Great Salvation
In Civilian Clothing
Let it be time
Poets of the great salvation change
You're in no place to realize
I'm in no place to draw the line
Let it be time
No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight
Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine
Let it be wise
Poets of the great salvation change
You're in no place to realize
I'm in no place to criticize
Let it be time
Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine
No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight
Many are the eyes that play tricks on mine
No calm to a storm that just begs for a fight