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Firewater
The Golden Hour
A Place Not So Unkind
Things falling out of the sky
A woman with stones in her eyes
Here's hoping that she may find
Some asylum to hole up inside
A place which is not so unkind

Tears breaking waves on a beach
Crumbling walls which had never been breached
And only the lucky may find
Some high ground to wait out the tide
A place which is not so unkind

Yes here's hoping that they may find
Some shelter to crawl in and hide

Faces melting like wax in the heat
People dying like dogs in the street
And love is a word in the sand
That a wave wipes away with her hand
And the ocean just don't understand

So here's hoping that we may find
Some asylum to hold up inside
A place which is not so unkind

Someday, somewhere down the line
A place to be free in our minds
A world which is not so unkind

Firewater
The Golden Hour
A Place Not So Unkind