Diane Hine - Ceasefire lyrics

Believers, stoked by a thirst-quenching fire scale mountains with hope-braided rope. Atheists, being damper and drier tackle gentler slopes of Mope and Cope. Some ride a pendulum high, to inspire music and art beyond mortal scope. Others, content in a logical mire wash layers of mud with plain soap. Unflinching believers aspire, won't tire aligned by an inner gyroscope. Less particular atheists acquire bits, here and there in a whimsical grope. Once, creation myths were shaped by desire like a slow turning kaleidoscope. Advent of printing fixed faith to require no deviation from dogma's tightrope. Maybe evolution was the supplier of protective spiritual envelope. Still, who would conspire, to maim with crossfire unless she be a hard misanthrope.