Produced by Brad Simons
Mixed by Mr. Smith
Mastered by Mojito Mastering
Lyrics
One drop, it trickles in.
Holding Hope like a daughter.
I smell it one the summer wind.
I see it in the water.
Bread and body over wine,
Breathing out your alibis,
To ignore we're running out of time.
So slip into your feather bed,
And dream of truths you never said.
Nothing left, you stripped me bare,
Standing here in the thinning air.
Well my clarion call calls every people.
Tell me now, who do we spare?
So slip into your feather bed,
And dream of truths you never said.
Ah slip into your feather bed,
And dream of truths you never said.
We're wide awake now.
We're wide awake,
We're wide awake now.
We're wide awake.
Bread and body over wine,
Breathing out your alibis,
To ignore we're running out of time.
Ah slip into your feather bed,
And dream of truths you never said.
Ah slip into your feather bed,
And dream of truths you never said.
We're wide awake now.
We're wide awake.
We're wide awake now,
We're wide awake.
We're wide awake now.
We're wide awake.