Seaside by The Echoing Green

The Winter of Our Discontent by The Echoing Green

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Seaside
by The Echoing Green

Album: The Winter of Our Discontent

All the flowers in the field of hours
Have withered away
And the sky that used to light our lives
Is ashen gray

As the clouds kiss the fault line
And look back as if to say
"There's nothing to see here
There's nothing to feel here"

And our dreams left
Like children by the wayside
And our psalms
Sung like secrets by the seaside

Could heaven come more quickly
And lift us from the embers?
And the cinders that we remember
Of the fires that killed out hearts
And left us withered and gray

There's a tear inside of all our lives
That time won't mend
There's a shroud around our saddened eyes
Here at the end

Yet our hopes shine like beacons
In the half-light
And our prayers-violent whispers
By the seaside