Theres a hard ledge up ahead, a sharp turn to the right
And a thousand more just like them before I can sleep tonight
In some over-starched bed with a Bible by my head
The malaria of anonymity and the last words that you said
Even a pillow can stop a beating heart
And just the slightest gust of wind can blow it all apart
I believe in hell and i believe in parole
And a flag is not a flag until you pull it up a pole
And a moment’s not a moment if you’ve got no space to fill
And an action’s not an action if it doesn’t test your will
But you can
Shake your little branches and climb your little tree
Blow your little trumpet and part your little sea
And the blames are out there weathering the same old wind
And i’m not optimistic, but for you i will pretend
Yeah, for you i’d pretend
Now there’s blood on the highway and there’s oil in my veins
And joy across the faces of those women in the rain
And i try to make it sound like the story’s worth a damn
Just like the actions of the righteous that i don’t really understand
Build me a ladder to the highest point around
Burn it when i get there i will never come back down
Build me a ladder to the highest point around
Burn it when i get there i will never come back down
But you can
Shake your little branches and climb your little tree
Blow your little trumpet and part your little sea
And the blames are out there weathering the same old wind
And i’m not optimistic, but for you i will pretend
Yeah, for you I will pretend
For you I will pretend
For you I will
*** Thanks Martin Tanner for the lyrics