The revolution

The Bastard's Tale. A classic piece of literature, If I ever heard one. Part 1: A wicked, bitter pretence, Stumbling round, No doubt, Blase Righteous. Remember now the year's 1412, or something. As I...

Each step I take from You I see who I really am I know the good in me is only Your reflection I look behind me and I see You no where in sight I look down, my hands are bound I can't even praise You...

Ok, you tell me this and Alright you tell me that and You say I've bumped my head again But it's a mistake I wanna think something by myself Wanna be, wanna be somebody else And your shoe, it doesn't...

Memories Its cold outside The wind is blowing on my face again Stumbling through the shadow Over and over and over again Its not supposed to be this way Running from your memory With the wind beneath...

Have we played these games too long That tomorrow's come and gone While we're waiting for a sign We're distracted by our eyes It's time to let it go Forgetting what we know We're letting God take...

You hold up a sign You shout out some lines As she hangs her head down You talk about love You sing about grace But would you take her in If she cose not to stay Yeah we've got to save ourselves...

I-I just read your letter and I can't tell you how I feel I wish I could make everything okay But I know, that I'm miles and miles away But I'll be on my face for you Praying that the sun will shine...

And I'm all mixed up again Which way should I go? So many voices in my head I need You, oh I need You I said I'm all mixed up again, oh Where should I go So many voices in my head I need You, oh I...