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Each day the light gets born
From the body of the night Iâm torn
into the blaze of the sun lit morn Iâm thrown
So I do what I can
With a beating heart and my own two hands
And a thirst to understand this show
And in the halls I hear it sung
The youth is wasted on the young
And these are words that can weigh a ton you know
But one day youâll know what they meant
When you wonder where the wonder went
And all the world is sinking like a stone
We are the lucky ones
You mothers daughters you fathers sons
Donât you grow old before your time
We are the holy rollers
Who take this weight upon our shoulders
And make the best out of life
Each night when the darkness dawns
And from the troubles of the day Iâm drawn
Into the solace of the quiet song that grows
In everything I hear and see
And through the smoke in the air I breathe
And over arms that cover me like home
And on the streets where you hear it said
Our last hopes have long been dead
Thatâs just the noise ringing in your head you know
We are the lucky ones
You mothers daughters you fathers sons
Donât you grow old before your time
We are the holy rollers
We take this weight upon our shoulders
And make the best out of life
- Album:
- We Fall Out Of Touch
- Loneliness Knows My Name
- Come What Will
- Miscellaneous
- LIVE [in Spaceland - September 26th, 2006]
- Lo
- Under the Unminding Skies
- The O.C. - The Best of Season 1
- Daytrotter Session
- Stickbirdsongs
- ICON Music Group Sampler
- Music from the OC: Mix 2
- Music From the O.C. Mix 2
- Music from the O.C. Mix, Vol. 2
- Make Some Quiet - 15 Years of Badman
- The O.C. Vol. 2 (U.S. Version)
- We Fall out of Touch - EP
- Love Like Swords