The Killing Revelation
Andy Grier, Thieves Like Us
The killing revelation
This life is made of numbers and time
Still, we’re breathing after dawn
If two and two were dancers
Then, they would move across the floor
Altogether, hand in hand
Mother dear
We worry, we worry, we worry
Mother dear, we’ve lost control
Look outside, we’re fighting
We're fighting, we're fighting
Mother dear, what shall we do?
The killing generation
Their lives abide by numbers and time
Still, we’re breathing through the dawn
If two and two were dancers
Then, they would move across the floor
Altogether, hand in hand
Mother dear
You’re sleeping, you're sleeping, you're sleeping
Mother dear, open your eyes
How to love?
We're asking, we're asking, we're asking
Mother dear, why are you here?
