The Blind Leaving the Blind Mvt 4

I’m coming back, my friends
From the deep and bitter end
Where I was so concerned
We would be the ones who burned
The more scared the safer
The more grateful for the grapejuice
And the wafer
And I sound done
And I feel done
But I’m not done
Unless you’d give up on a lost son
And I need to hear Him say
«You and your friends can come in
Your thoughts and that girl can come in
Your parents and brothers are here
I let them In
Who told you I wouldn’t let you all in?
You are my children.»
Heaven shine through those stars
The city lights and the nearest bar
Where I’ll be with my friends
Hiding from the bitter end
The armor and the weapons
Were a strange way
To show them my affection
And I sound done
And I feel done
But I’m not done
Unless you’d give up on a lost son