Walking Disaster (pale Light Of The New Dark Age)

There's a sad song for every heart broken

There's a name for every fool in the book

There's a sermon for every occasion

There's a love song for every soul shook

Chorus:

On the fault line of walking disasters

Well, that's the place fallen angels still fly

And the river of love...well, it still rolls on

Long time after the well...has run dry

If you stand and you make your confession

In a suit of old clothes that you stole

Offering some vain protestations

Wearing some cheap cologne

When the poor you'd hoped who keep silent

Show up on your front door stage

And the tent cities bath in the halogen glow

Of the pale light of the new dark age