Tugs
From your straining lungs
Under the sweating sun
as you're puddle leaping dodging though the rush
Crushed
Under a leaden chest
Trying to catch what's left
of the breath that's slipping, tearing through your flesh
Taking the good that's left
Using the flame you get
Feeling the weight of it
There's hope in the shambles
There's hope in the shambles
There's hope...
Stuck
Swallowed into space
Trying to find your faith
As it shivers with the stormy break and
Drained
From your freezing toes
To your empty soul
Finding warmth is now bereft to the open
Feeling the sunlights grace
Soaking into your face
Taking it day by day
There's hope in the shambles
There's hope in the shambles
There's hope in the broken
There's hope against all hope
There's hope...