Too Bright to See Too Loud to Hear
Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wonderers and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men Let us be cold, make us weak Let us, because we all have ears Let us, because we all have eyes How they knew that this would happen We're so run down Good God! Can you still get us home How can we still get home I'm not dreaming We're forgetting our forgiveness
Written by: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
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