Ambulance from Furrows by Furrows

The words spilled out like blood to the ground and you came too without a sound
With your arms folded, you surveyed the scene; the chalkdust mimes lay at your feet
The ambulance swayed in the time of a waltz and the crowd got bored and started to talk
You opened the door, the one on your side, and offered those people a safe homeward ride

Today you turned jaded to those that sing
And you barely blink at what this time will bring
If silence is golden and these songs are lead
Then loop my last weary words over my head

So come all you sinners, you sages and pure!
Put your hands to your face and rise from the floor
Admist the dirt and dirge, you let the bandages fly
Stand on your feet, you're not done dying...

• Indie
• Rock
• Rock n Roll
• Soul
• elsah
• justin hilbun
• memorial
• somber
• Jackson