At the edge of the water. At the foot of the hills. Fogs claws at the mountain. And the passing ships. If desolation were a sound, Ive heard it Trample the tall grass. Let distance darken my skin. Swim in grey oceans. That end where they begin. If desolation were a sound, Ive heard it Theres hope in desolation. Its a familiar sound. Theres hope in desolation. Black boots on the pavement. Under the midnight sun. Older than imagination. Savage as can be. If desolation were a sound, Ive heard it. Theres hope in desolation. Its a familiar sound. Theres hope in desolation. Theres mercy after all. Theres mercy after all. Theres hope in desolation. Its a familiar sound. Theres hope in desolation. Its a familiar sound. Theres hope in desolation. Its a familiar sound. Theres hope in desolation.
desolation, familiar, sound, there, hope