paroles de chanson Dawn Is Breaking - The Angels
Remember
looking
at
the
haunted
race
Bowed
down
to
the
storm?
Remember
searching
for
a
familiar
face
With
no
one
there
to
mourn?
Staring
eyes,
silent
screens
Plastic
tubes
to
carry
fading
dreams
Preacher,
servant
in
the
hall
Warm
blood
on
the
palace
wall
Those
who
dine
alone
in
hell
Wearing
grief
in
their
lapel
Drop
small
change
in
wishing
well
The
haunted
tears
that
never
fell
Someone's
dragging
a
ball
and
chain
Looking
for
you
in
the
pouring
rain
While
those
who
care
give
silent
prayer
For
lovers
going
home
If
there
was
a
brickwork
surrounding
the
New
York
dream
If
there
were
secrets
locked
in
steel
If
there
was
a
button
you
could
press
on
the
luck
machine
If
there
was
a
place
for
wounds
to
heal
If
you
were
born
in
the
barbwire
of
your
mother's
womb
If
you
were
hungry
before
you
died
If
you
say
you
left
your
bath
all
clean
and
white
You
know,
I
know
you
lied
Remember
the
poet
who
said
it
first
He
was
speaking
of
you
and
your
difficult
birth
How
you
care
and
say
a
prayer
For
lovers
going
home
Drinking
from
an
empty
cup
Waiting
for
a
rock
to
grow
Distant
sounds
that
can't
be
heard
And
no
one
knows
Children
who
don't
mind
the
rain
Yet
have
no
wish
to
die
Whatever
you
are,
were
or
could've
been
You'd
feel
better
if
you
could
cry
Dawn
is
breaking
in
the
graveyard
People
massing
in
the
street
Trampled
heads
beneath
their
feet
Children
playing
with
the
dead
Silver
spoon
stained
with
red
Watching
through
a
widow's
veil
As
Caesar
desecrates
the
Holy
Grail
You
sit
all
alone
in
your
front-row
seat
You
look
so
small
and
frail
You're
mud
on
the
feet
of
the
men
you've
damned
You're
darkness
come
too
soon
You
should
be
selling
two-bit
watches
and
girly
photographs
Masterpiece
in
ruin
You're
a
pantomime
of
old
world
courtesy
You
should
have
a
degree
for
harlotry
You
should
be
incarcerated
in
an
apartment
tower
With
no
technology
Did
you
ever
listen
to
the
poll
opposed
to
you
Did
you
ever
stop
to
ask?
Did
you
ever
smile
or
hide
your
wasted
face?
Did
you
ever
lift
your
mask?
Did
you
ever
walk
with
your
feet
on
fire
'Til
they
take
your
place
in
line?
Did
you
know
you
look
like
you
belong
Where
wrong
is
right
and
right
is
wrong?
Did
you
really
think
that
you'd
be
left
When
war
is
life
and
life
is
death?
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