Kings

by Waran

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released July 7, 2005

Frank Altpeter: Keyboards, Programming and Vocals.
Daniel J.S. Lewis: Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Programming, and Vocals.

All songs written and Performed by Daniel J.S. Lewis and Frank Altpeter unless otherwise indicated.

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Track Name: Crosses
Come back
Come back to me
This turning back the years
Is like swallowing the sea

Who will hear me
As I sing?
Who holds my heart
On this frayed string?

Sit down, friend
I'll tell you what I've heard:
Laughing is a habit
We've unlearned.

For power, place and destiny
Now lost and broken free from me
And what is ghosted and washed clean
Now seems like warm reality.

Men of honor, men of faith
Lay broken like communion plates
The battle done, the song is over
And in the sky a vision hovers
Rider:

Listen
Listen to me
You shall not die today
Take your shield and follow me
Track Name: Waul
You come here breathless
Life hangs heavy from your face
The waning embers
Of a shallow, hollow race
Don't make a move
Don't make a sound
Dig a hole and whisper
All your secrets to the ground

The sickness grows
Spidering through me
Like shotgun shells
On a Christmas tree
Chorus:

Waul! Waul!
Throw you heart against the waul!
Waul! Waul!
Death makes failure of us all!

Some lead lives
Fluid like a stream
Never knowing what is steel
Never knowing what is dream
Some lives seem
Smooth and planned and bright
Perfect, inescapable as early morning light

The sickness grows
Spidering through me
Like shotgun shells
On a Christmas tree

Waul! Waul!
Throw you heart against the waul!
Waul! Waul!
Death makes failure of us al!l
Track Name: The City of Broken Toys (Baghdad)
Every tick follows every tock
Every sparrow, every falling rock
Every shepherd, every hungry flock
Every anger, every broken lock

Every inch before every mile
Every grace before every smile
Every sacrifice, every hungry child
Every seed, every field grown wild

A savaged dream become blind rage
The dreams of freedom broken in a cage
A song of summer overplayed
A one-act play on a burning stage

Blow on, like sand,
But theres no hiding place,
All alone
Completely on your own
Stay with me darling,
I'm coming home