Us Against The World
Oh morning
Come bursting
The clouds they break
Lift off this blindfold, let me see again
And bring back the water that your ships rode in
In my heart you left a hole
The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties
The devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
And I just want to be there when the lightning strikes
And the saints go marching in
And sing it
Slow-owow-owow-owow-it down
Through chaos as it swirls
It's just us against the world
Like a river to a raindrop
I lost a friend
My drunken head's a devil in a lion's den
And tonight I know it all has to begin again
So whatever you do, don't let go
And if we could float away
Fly up to the surface
And just start again
And lift off before trouble just erodes us in the rain
Just erodes us in the rain
Just erodes us, erodes us in the rain
Sing
Slow-owow-owow-owow-it down
Oh, slow-owow-owow-owow-it down
Through chaos as it swirls
It's us against the world
Through chaos as it swirls
It's us against the (world)
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