The Dangerous Age

The Dangerous Age

They were riding like snakes
with a missle of a hiss...
in a dangerous age of war.
The canteen's empty,
and the god's refuse
to give us any more.

We could use a boat
We could use a good storm...
to wash this old storm away.
We want the cure.
We need better days...
We need better days.

The signs say "Please"
I roll up my sleeves.
I gotta dirty my hands with the past.
You don't know a thing
'til you're spun like a wheel...
and reset by a single blast.

We could use some hope
We could use a good song
to get us singing those scars away
We need the cure.
We need batter days...
We need better days.

All hope was gone...
so we laughed and let it alone.
Time just goes by like it does.
Just because, it's careless.