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