Monica Richards - Armistice lyrics

From the cold horizon Their armies cry for blood Surrender Surrender The desert wind the ocean bed The wind beckons come the flood Surrender Surrender Your drama is as usual Wrapped in pointless battle Surrender Surrender Deed is the truth of Character But the Word may bring on War Surrender Surrender The Healing Pulling back - pulling in The pain begins to relent Pulling back - pulling in To heal. We may Heal. Pulling back - pulling in Oh the desire to heal We must have desire... Fixed and refixed tiny tears Sacrificed the kindly wrist Surrender Surrender Add to your cares new tragedy Wits sharpened to weaponry Surrender Surrender Like a disgusted outsider Welcomed to exclusivity Surrender Surrender Deed is the truth of Character But the Truth may bring the War Surrender Surrender --- Towards the cold horizon A higher perception Surrender Surrender From the boulders of my perch The thrill of terror confides Surrender Surrender Drifting into the abyss At peace in Motherly silence Surrender Surrender To fight is useless I could but step towards this. Surrender Surrender