Found us in a small cafe,
Happened to be out that day,
To watch it go by
It came to pass that we shall be,
Early signs of victory from out of their eyes
If you lay your guns to ground,
Feel the weight of coming down,
Fall from your mind
Something that I ought to say to take away the pain of day,
I'm leading the blind
Old man drifting won't you carry me out of this place
Found us in a small cafe,
Happened to be out that day,
To write it all down
As they fell upon the floor,
Thought of all that's gone before,
They went to the ground
The white dove is rising to the sound of your god given grace
To the sound of your god given grace