Peter Geoffrey Hynes - Clash lyrics

morning chorus penetrates the sun down in this shuttered box where each eye opened sees you as you were and not the you, moved on, has likely morphed over the weeks and years of relentless changes laid between us and our less flattered present selves. except the songs still sing of our good deeds for all the mess we made of trying on our union. let the clock roll over and redeem another hour. I've no more time for dreaming of the past. my age fails, hatred rushed towards its end on every missile launched and threat cashed in the blood of some other innocent. somehow, the perpetrators never seem to die, while lovers fade into a dust blown vapour