THE GLOW
As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears
He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"
With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice
Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife
By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast
To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard
A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years
His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again
He said "To everyone who hrts, give from your own pain."
He was slain
By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast
To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy
No government can crush our musical toy
No war can kill melodies hovering free
Let the magic of music release you and me
Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mastered by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries