Lyrics Revolutions - Alex Edwards

who tills the mir? who owns the land?
petition began
and with names, came word
of worker's plans, a gypsy sang
that history is full of revolutions
now better you come, man I'm show you one
cos I see you, burning in the dark
ravens await the fake little heart
and I heard they turned your portrait to the wall
you speak for none at all
at winter palace, came slurs
I'd heard my whole life, but now wondered
why really these people came
the gypsy who had come explained,
as far as you have gone, you best beware
a greater power lies beyond
who choose our rulers, have always done, by lighting revolutions!
yeah I see them, burning in the dark
ravens await, their plain little hearts
cos although they turned a portrait to the wall
they speak for none at all
the stars wept down, as palace guards shot round after round
and we hid wondering how anyone, could write this kind of hell
so through the palace passage, this servant girl my petition I'd give
the people who make your food are dying
please, take this I beg of you
and matching her face to the painting behind
saw the princess herself and so terrified
and regal as great peter, only meeker, equal we were in our fates
if predetermined so the world is, best we love until the day
that we break through, burning in the dark
ravens await, our late little hearts
to stand and turn
the portrait to the wall of who speak for none at all
and one day we'll be burning in the dark
beacons aflame for brave little hearts
who choose to burn, fake portraits at the wall
a people spoken for
but 'til that day may dawn
my revolution's mine alone