Tears From A Gun

I feel it on the tip of my tongue
These words fall out like tears from a gun
And down they roll to join up as one
Look in and see your own reflection
I hear it in the dead of the night
The bell rings out a beacon of light
Illuminate those deep in their
Sleep, the fallen down
The mild and the meek

It's as it always has been
Pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it's only a dream
And never take control
It's clear for all to see
Show me something that don't mean
Show me something that's not true
And it'll come for you
I see it at the end of the road
Where common sense refuse to be towed
The line is bent back in on it'self
And gravity is lending it's help
It's seeping from the cracks in the wall
The overwhelming weight of it all
Is laughing at the sight of the moon
That floats above us whistling it's tune

It's as it always has been
Pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it's only a dream
And never take control
It's clear for all to see
Show me something that don't mean
Show me something that's not true
And it'll come for you

I feel it on the tip of my tongue these
Words fall out like tears from a gun
And down they roll to join up as one
Look in and see your own reflection
I hear it in the dead of the night
The bell rings out a beacon of light
Illuminate those deep in their
Sleep the fallen down, the mild and the meek

It's as it always has been
Pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it's only a dream
And never take control
It's clear for all to see
Show me something that don't mean
Show me something that's not true
And it'll come for you