Warm House (And An Hour Of Joy)

(albüm: The Resurrection Of Rust - 2022)

Bitterly and I went to the door
Hoping cheering on a brief light I know
It never glows, still as long as I walked outside
Turning the corner and out of sight
If I were to be honest, it's really not that bad
Do I try to be sad?
Break the rules and I might smile tonight

And warm house blows cold out
As I step once more for home
Warm house blows cold out
And it's so rare to be alone
There's a man out on the floor and he's fallen from blows
Well I'm not even sure if he was just a drunken dreamer
Drunken dreamer, I don't know
Dreaming of the promised land but he doesn't see below
Did he run from his sight to the side of the night
That came into your possession?
As I slip down the street of the shining light
Does my head keep my feet's succession?

Is that your last word?
I do not really
Make your reply heard
Will you pray so dearly for an hour of joy

And I'm running running running running running
Running running running running running running running

And warm house though blows cold out
As I step once more for home
Warm house though blows cold out
It's so rare to alone

And I'm running running running running running
Running running running running running running running

I turn my eyes from the sights I see
And I need the change to frighten me
And I'm running running running running running running running running
Running running running running
In a warm house blows cold out
As I step once more for home