The Beginning (The Parlor Mob)

I started the day by the tree where the sea was of nothing I was closer to god in my dreams but still out of my head When all of the leaves and the moments were in their way touching A blanket of change and the listening for what will be said When all that I knew was the wind and the faces before me I spoke with the purpose and strength of a thousand young man When the weight of the world and their wolves were out there to destroy me I stood in the grass on the hill with my will to defend This is the start of something This is the end of who we were The beginning of what we will be This is the call to something, This is a chance at something pure, The only chance that we can see When everything else disappears We'll live out our live beyond years Where's the forgiveness we said would be written all over Where is the peace and the freedom we said would be ours Have we been lost in a dead winter whispering clover Can we get back to the truth in the bees and the flowers