Lyrics Mooring Line - Beady Belle

In times of prosperity
I grieve at the bud less branches
In times of promising prospects
I grieve at the finite dreams

In times of prosperity
I grieve at the bud less branches

The gap between the possible and the limited
Is the measure of, of my sorrow
So I reach for these edges like mooring lines
To put my trust in tomorrow

Give me strength
To keep the spirit ardently believable
Dry my tears
So I can see beyond the unachievable

The gap between the possible and the limited
Is the measure of my sorrow
So I reach for these edges like mooring lines
To put my trust in tomorrow

In times
In times of promising prospects
I grieve at the finite dreams

The gap between the possible and the limited
Is the measure of, of my sorrow
So I reach for these edges like mooring lines
To put my trust in tomorrow

Give me strength
To keep the spirit ardently believable
Dry my tears
So I can see beyond the unachievable

Give me strength
To keep the spirit ardently believable
Dry my tears
So I can see beyond the unachievable

In times of prosperity
I grieve at the bud less branches
In times of promising prospects
I grieve at the finite dreams

Give me strength
To keep the spirit ardently believable
Dry my tears
So I can see beyond the unachievable