Harboring Exiles
Robert Pollard
What it was
What it wasn't, what was true
And what I see
What it is not for you
And in all the world
There is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
When it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
And here it goes
Quite apparent but not so
The time to live
And pull out stitches as we go
In all the world
There is no finer place
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
As such the dream up here is falling
I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks
And when it breaks the dream is over
The kind of thing that makes me sing
Yah!
