White Dove

Found us in a small cafe
happened to be out that day
to watch it go by
It came to pass that we shall be
early signs of victory
from out of their eyes
If you lay your guns to ground

feel the weight of coming down

fall from your mind
Something that I ought to say
take away the pain of day
I'm leading the blind.

Old man
drifting
won't you carry me out of this place?


Found us in a small cafe
happened to be out that day
to write it all down
As they fell upon the floor
thought of all that's gone before
They went to the ground.

The old man
is drifting
won't you carry me out of this place?

The white dove
is rising
to the sound of your god given grace
to the sound of your god given grace.