You're Late

We look up to the same grey sky We dream of finding love like you We have no champions of prudence To help us believe what's right is right I looked over to hear you say You're late I say I fear the wait Why does my lumbering pause bring you so much pain When we have much to gain We have no voice No chance at grace The binding, blinding 19 of our one refrain So strange to feel no pain The clamor of my glamour Yet you see my face And walk with delight and bare my gate I looked over to hear you say You're late I say I fear the wait Why does my lumbering pause bring you so much pain When we have much to gain We have no voice One chance at grace In desert skies we lost our minds One time Seek shadows here Seek comfort here One time One voice One chance at grace I looked over to hear you say You're late I say I fear the wait Why does my lumbering pause bring you so much pain When we have much to gain We have no voice One chance at grace