LYRICS
Wipe that smile right of my face?
Imply I lace disgrace
Upon the entire human race
At least a taste of grace?
(In our space)
Seems this deems the high beams
Where you’re throwing shadows
We’re casting light
Now we just might
Brighten the tomorrows
Might shine the light
(sigh) I’m on high!
Be a saint and paint a smile
Make it wide… a country mile
Steaming and beaming from ear-to-ear
Lighting up everything far and near
Absurd actions speak louder than your word
Then, which is mightier… pen or sword?
No matter how you slice and dice
We’d all be better off thinking twice
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Rock / Progressive
Chords: D D7 C / G F D; 176 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
From the album Among The Living Dead