Angels - Dawn In Breaking lyrics

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Remember looking at the haunted race Bowed down to the storm? Remember searching for a familiar face With no one there to mourn? Staring eyes, silent screens Plastic tubes to carry fading dreams Preacher servant in the hall Warm blood on the palace wall Those who dine alone in hell- Wearing grief in their lapel Drop small change in wishing well The haunted tears that never fell Someone's draggin' a ball and chain Looking for you in the pouring rain While those who care give silent prayer For lovers going home If there was a brickwork surrounding the New York dream If there were secrets locked in steel If there was a bu*ton you could press on the luck machine If there was a place for wounds to heal If you were born in the barbwire of your mother's womb If you were hungry before you died If you say you left your bath all clean and white You know I'd know you lied Remember the poet who said it first? He was speaking of you and your difficult birth And how you care and say your prayers For lovers going home Drinking from an empty cup, waiting for a rock to grow Whispered sounds that can't be heard, and no one knows Children who don't mind the rain Yet have no wish to die Whatever you are, were or could have been You'd feel better if you could cry Dawn is breaking in the graveyard People ma**ing in the streets Trampled heads beneath their feet Children playing with the dead Silver spoon stained with red Watching through a widows veil As Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail You sit all alone in your front row seat You look so small and frail Y'are the mud on the feet of the men you damned Y'are darkness came too soon You should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs A masterpiece in ruin Y'are a pantomime of old world courtesy You should have a degree for harlotry You should be incarcerated in an apartment tower With no technology! Did you ever listen to the poet opposed to you? Did you ever stop to ask? Did you ever smile and hide your wasted face? Did you ever lift your mask? Did you ever walk with your feet on fire? This you ever take your place in line? Did you know you look like you belong Where wrong is right and right is wrong? Did you really think that you'll be left Where war is life and life is d**h? (From the No Exit album sleeve)