Tide Of Tears (The Parlor Mob)

Safe in the arms that hold your every move They've been waiting here for you You've been weighing down the time In a place they tried to forget In a face they'd grow to regret They pulled down the shades Crawling Lord they're crawling Would you catch them where they're falling Do you hear them when they're calling The water down here swells with the seeds of decay Through the years Have the sins of our fathers swept our love For each other away In the tide of tears So as snakes in suits conduct their interviews Bodies floating down the avenue And it's our sickness to blame Ain't no party blue or red Where innocence for naught is shed It's our choices it's our voices to be heard Drowning Lord they're drowning And the good Lord is frowning The dark clouds are surrounding We must decide But while there's life there's hope for change As a culture we've got to rearrange Ain't no blind eye left to turn Lying Lord they're lying And the children keep dying Their mothers are crying You know we should be trying