| "Son of John" | |
| Son of John Son of John, by **** lines Destroyed Baptised by flames, oh tempered heart Too late As I wade through your seas of hope Clad only in my faith To wear the victor's laurel wreath And kneel before your grace Feet of clay, no steps divine Betrayed Capsize or sail, let Hobson's choice Prevail As I wade through your fields of hope Clad only in my faith To wear the victor's laurel wreath And kneel before your grace But what do I, what do I do now Jiust wander round in circles In some smoke grey haze Or go trawling through the low dives Picking up the high fives Trying to find some drive A will to survivie What tricks my mad mind plays As I wade through your fields of hope Clad only in my faith To wear the victor's laurel wreath And kneel before your grace Son of John | |