Misguided Roses lyrics

Midnight in the Holy City
playground for restless souls
Graveyards for the sons of Fort Sumter*
And the ghostly daughters
Wait for their boys to come home

Moonlight in the Holy City
So thick it warms the air
Burned my heart on a sweet southern flame
Like a hug from your mama saying it will be OK

Spilt my blood, in the Holy City
Seen the flood of a thousand rains
I ran away from the Holy City

Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams
Live my lonely worn out seam
Stitches weary and the scars they leave
I'm the only one deceived

Please stand clear from the blast
As I purge demons from my past
Don't aspire to relieve
Do your worst and Punish Me

So I run fast I can
Die tomorrow half a man
Finish the story she said to me
I can't sit here and watch you bleed

Please stand clear from the blast

I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor
Cry my eyes out, in my private little war
Well it seems I've been a soldier
Heaven knows I've been no saint
In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint
To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down
The armies are all quiet and the guns don't make a sound

'Cause you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire

Did you forget about the passion living day to day
You keep our dreams locked down inside
Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance
Wake up one day wishin you tried

It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time
It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It ain't about your losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart
What matters is the heart

The Rhythm of Life
Heaven withstanding and smiling we're all swept away
The Rhythm of Life
Is not so demanding as some caught in narrows would say

Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar
The sirens have long given way
Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors
Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves

The Beating of Hearts
Set walls to trembling the power of silence persuades

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings
Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing
Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage
In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave
Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind

I remember when the time I met you
Living with your people down in New Orleans
Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you
Ride in our nasty limousine
Later on the levee with the moon up above
I lost my heart and confessed my love
Oh Lucy, God have mercy
I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
oh no no Lucy said God have mercy
I've got to stop thinking bout you

One summer night in a field of wheat

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

Chorus:
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide

Pacing gently, summer wind
The king stares softly to the sky
Will he ever see his home again
Deep from his heart he starts to cry

As his songs hit the air and young hearts are awake
Soon they join in the chorus sharing all his ache

There's a lifetime out there somewhere
Somewhere in the dark
And summer's on, the lion's song
Sung from Cleveland Park

And the high school kids ignore it

I'm A hack driver in New York City
I've got seven kids on the lower east side
I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty
But in rush hour hell you should see me drive

I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana
Stick my finger ain't that a shame
People come to haggle and paw on my artwork
But no two of my dresses are ever the same

How strange it seems to be me
If tomorrow I opened my eyes

I'm holding my last breath
It's burning in my lungs
Clenching up my eyes
Bloody up my tongue

For the words that might escape
Are ringing in my ears
Grinds me to a pulp
Grind me in the gears

My frozen spirit aches
I slip another day
Start to lose my grip
Find another way

For the life that might escape
Has been echoing for years
Grinds me to a pulp
Grind me in the gears

I've seen all the faces

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth

Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll Be your cryin' shoulder
I'll Be love suicide