The Forlorn Hope

from Nightingalesong EP by St. Sunday

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lyrics

The lowlands speak in tongues.
The children learn to kill.
The fire burns so steady.
There’s another body on the hill.
I let myself down.
I cling to the wall.

Do not give in. Keep hope within.

The water floods the streets.
The ships still cannot sail.
The captain’s dead with defeat.
The clouds are black with hail.
I let myself drown.
I let myself fall.

I let myself and some will drag me up.
I let myself and some will stay above.
I let myself and friends will find me again.
I let myself and family brings me back.

We will send (We will send) the water back.
We will drive this train right off the track.
We will make this diamond dark crack.
We will bring the future back.

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from Nightingalesong EP, released January 2, 2011
Music by Nicholas Maratta, Nicholas Jorgensen, Taylor Calise, Ethan Elenberg
Mixed, Mastered, and Produced by Adam Cichocki at Timber Studios

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