Providence Letra

Withered Hand

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Letra de Providence
with providence to guide us we don't need a map to tell us where to go
we put our high-tops on the highway and our mesh hats will follow
we weren't born for times like these, burning cars and effigies
one road just starting as another road finishes
oh for the hour and the power and glory would be ours
like the hours would be the hours of the last days
we won't hear what anyone says

its not the glory, it's not the story our lives ever told
when there was somebody for me every step in the road carried them from me
and my feeble body

so we said we'd live in Paris in the tenth arrondissement
we'd be hanging out on boulevard with the idiot savant singing
'i don't care for times like this, we'll say we're all anarchists'
but will anybody really understand what that means
oh for the hour and the power and glory would be ours
like the hours would be the hours of the last days
we won't hear what anyone says

you'll lose your looks, i'll lose my religion
we'll be god's tiny carrier pigeons
and we'll never return

its not the glory, it's not the story our lives ever told
it's an easy lie to tell and you told it well