Goldheart Assembly Follow

Crowds of people swim to shore,
down the gates they beat the door.
Their heads are
filled with love and law.

I saw you in St Peter's Square,
the clouds of angels watched us there,
if they heard us
then they didn't care.

So bring down your home towns
We'll die like all the peace and war
in these walls if we wait
here for heartache,
watching while our hands shake.

So let the devil bite his tongue
let the trees dream of their sun,
'cause they'll catch us
even if we try to run.

So throw down all your hopes and plans
We'll die like all the peace and war
in these walls if we wait
one more minute,
with our heads still spinning in here.

With the summer behind us,
they'll be nowhere to hide, to hide.
And i'd run for my life but nowhere feel right this time, this time.

Well with the summer behind us,
they'll be nowhere to hide, to hide.
And i'd run for my life but nowhere feel right this time, this time.