Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
I held your face between my fingers
I turned around and pushed you through the door
I heard words from a foreign shore
You said “I’m coming back” but no man can be sure
And in your place I held a picture
An empty hall with beer cans on the floor
If I could have just one minute more
I’d tell it you’re face, this boy knows the score
And every day I hear the sound
Of running feet cross the open ground
Into the future this nervous game
We’ll always circle around the flame
If you come back it will be easy
To see the truth when I look you in the eye
I’ll see the flame the only release
It flickers on my life in your face
And every day I hear the sound
Of running feet cross the open ground
Into the future this nervous game
We’ll always circle around the flame
And every day I hear the sound
Of running feet cross the open ground
Into the future this nervous game
We’ll always circle around the flame
And every day I hear the sound
Of running feet cross the open ground
Into the future this nervous game
We’ll always circle around the flame
I held your face between my fingers
I turned around and I pushed you through the door
I heard words from a foreign shore
You said “I’m coming back” but no man can be sure