Smoke Wagons - Dead Harts

Searching for something more

In social disgust we wage a war

So bring us our bounty

Tarnished with disbelief

Living a life of lust

But never luxury

Her broken heart

Our broken trust

A shattered family

So say the word and I am gone

And stop

Stop holding on

To an endeavour prolonged

Your misery is the headline story

Seen by all and used by all

My weathered conscience

My strung out bones

But don’t gaze upon her eyes you’ll be cast to stone

So pick yourself up off the ground

There’s no answers in the bottom of a bottle

That’s what I’ve found

That’s what I’ve found

Oh believer believe

We’re swimming against the tide

With armed archers on the hillside

It’s time to decide what’s right

Whether we retreat or fight

Torn between two different cloths

My mind was made up but now it’s not

You’ve made your choice its clear to me

A new girl

The high life

The big city

That’s what I’ve found

Oh believer believe

We’re swimming against the tide

Oh believer believe

With armed archers on the hillside

Oh believer believe