| James | |
| Hey Ma | |
| Of Monsters And Heroes And Men | |
| Stray cats with fish heads | |
| Feeding their litters | |
| Feral kids fight | |
| Over rats tailed from gutters | |
| Bookie mouth brokers | |
| Rotten fruit sellers | |
| Pickpockets ghost through the crowd | |
| He climbs onto boxes | |
| By market stall traders | |
| Toothless and grey haired | |
| Thousand yard stare | |
| He had a vision | |
| Which broke the receiver | |
| Receiving transmission | |
| Surface to air | |
| Either way. I’m in awe of you | |
| Either way. We’ll survive. We’ll survive | |
| Conjuring devils, | |
| Angels and demons | |
| Only the children see shape to his tone | |
| Laughing and crying | |
| His song fell upon us | |
| We buried his treasure along with the bones | |
| Arms held aloft | |
| A Y to the sky | |
| Innocent witness | |
| He testified | |
| Drained of his purpose | |
| He falls off the quayside | |
| Absorbed by the ocean | |
| Rolled by the tide | |
| Either way. I’m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We’ll survive. | |
| Either way. I’m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We’ll survive. | |
| We’ll survive. | |
| Under the power lines | |
| Which crackle and sparkle | |
| Under the freeway | |
| Now mostly rubble | |
| The hungry still gather | |
| To fill up with stories | |
| Of monsters and heroes and men | |
| Under the stars | |
| Which prick us and call us | |
| Connect us to hope | |
| That perfection’s within is | |
| Here on the ground | |
| We’re reckless and hopeless | |
| Damned by the slip of a pen | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Either way. I’m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We’ll survive. | |
| We’ll survive |
| James | |
| Hey Ma | |
| Of Monsters And Heroes And Men | |
| Stray cats with fish heads | |
| Feeding their litters | |
| Feral kids fight | |
| Over rats tailed from gutters | |
| Bookie mouth brokers | |
| Rotten fruit sellers | |
| Pickpockets ghost through the crowd | |
| He climbs onto boxes | |
| By market stall traders | |
| Toothless and grey haired | |
| Thousand yard stare | |
| He had a vision | |
| Which broke the receiver | |
| Receiving transmission | |
| Surface to air | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you | |
| Either way. We ll survive. We ll survive | |
| Conjuring devils, | |
| Angels and demons | |
| Only the children see shape to his tone | |
| Laughing and crying | |
| His song fell upon us | |
| We buried his treasure along with the bones | |
| Arms held aloft | |
| A Y to the sky | |
| Innocent witness | |
| He testified | |
| Drained of his purpose | |
| He falls off the quayside | |
| Absorbed by the ocean | |
| Rolled by the tide | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| We ll survive. | |
| Under the power lines | |
| Which crackle and sparkle | |
| Under the freeway | |
| Now mostly rubble | |
| The hungry still gather | |
| To fill up with stories | |
| Of monsters and heroes and men | |
| Under the stars | |
| Which prick us and call us | |
| Connect us to hope | |
| That perfection s within is | |
| Here on the ground | |
| We re reckless and hopeless | |
| Damned by the slip of a pen | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| We ll survive |
| James | |
| Hey Ma | |
| Of Monsters And Heroes And Men | |
| Stray cats with fish heads | |
| Feeding their litters | |
| Feral kids fight | |
| Over rats tailed from gutters | |
| Bookie mouth brokers | |
| Rotten fruit sellers | |
| Pickpockets ghost through the crowd | |
| He climbs onto boxes | |
| By market stall traders | |
| Toothless and grey haired | |
| Thousand yard stare | |
| He had a vision | |
| Which broke the receiver | |
| Receiving transmission | |
| Surface to air | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you | |
| Either way. We ll survive. We ll survive | |
| Conjuring devils, | |
| Angels and demons | |
| Only the children see shape to his tone | |
| Laughing and crying | |
| His song fell upon us | |
| We buried his treasure along with the bones | |
| Arms held aloft | |
| A Y to the sky | |
| Innocent witness | |
| He testified | |
| Drained of his purpose | |
| He falls off the quayside | |
| Absorbed by the ocean | |
| Rolled by the tide | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| We ll survive. | |
| Under the power lines | |
| Which crackle and sparkle | |
| Under the freeway | |
| Now mostly rubble | |
| The hungry still gather | |
| To fill up with stories | |
| Of monsters and heroes and men | |
| Under the stars | |
| Which prick us and call us | |
| Connect us to hope | |
| That perfection s within is | |
| Here on the ground | |
| We re reckless and hopeless | |
| Damned by the slip of a pen | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Rambling poets | |
| Manic with vision | |
| We are the drivers yet we feel driven | |
| Moths in the moonlight | |
| Fooled by a flashlight | |
| Caught in a jam jar | |
| Gasping for air | |
| Either way. I m in awe of you. | |
| Either way. We ll survive. | |
| We ll survive |
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