Finest Hour

Red light bleeding
Replaces the evening in sharper shades
Cover, there is none above us The sheets are gathered in the face of the rain
Silence, pray for silence
Guidance for the troubles that remain
Tired, too tired to fight it The rail drives a course, I can’t maintain
All this and more
Can you believe
They got the wrong man?
I still believe these are the finest hours
The water calmer
Warm now I rest in its embrace
But it’s short lived, it always is Don’t know what tomorrow you might face
All this and more
Can you believe
They got the wrong man?
I still believe these are the finest hours
All this and more
Can you believe
They got the wrong man?
I still believe these are the finest hours
All this and more
Can you believe
They got the wrong man?
I still believe these are the finest hours
I still believe these are the finest hours