Song Lyrics

Moon, it rises to break across the river and a moon-faced boy
Would you write a speaking part for me?
A part that puts me somewhere between the elevated road and the water

It don't get better, the hunger, even back in his arms
No, the water will get higher as fast as you run

Charity think no evil and charity never faileth
Let me feed you with a song
I'm out on the street with an open case and a mandolin
And with every coin, I am born again
Faith will return to you, my friend
Some days, I feel like the end of mankind
And some days, the beginning
Watching kids turn into lovers/believers

It don't get better, the hunger, even back in his arms
No, the water will get higher the faster you run

Sun, it rises to shine upon the wreckage of our broken bloody union
Does it fill your gaps like it fills in mine?
The sunlight creeping 'cross the line to rest upon the site of our ruin

And if your mother doesn't answer, then give me a call
Here's my number, 854-4784

Robert Gordon, Michael Owen Pallett, Matthew Smith