Foundations Songtext
von Was Rich
Foundations Songtext
We did it just right
We fixed things fine
In a world so young
And once divine
It′s where we are
But there are some
Who'd take us
To some new far star
The one on which yesterday
My dreams hung
But now they′re washed away
From the acid from the sky
And her tears sting in my eyes!
If we could feel The pain
That brought her to her knees
I think we'd think it through again
Give her the chance that she deserves
She'd get the chance that she deserves
We′d seek forgiveness from her hands
Foundations of the earth distressed
The core is groaning at the weight
Of all our vying for more
The self-assured winking
As we play the whore
Self-loathing drunken godless
Poor!
Will we do her justice-right
And give her rest?
Will we purify,
De-foul the nest?
She is our home
Who leaves their mother
So bereft and so alone?
While patiently suffering
She pleads too
Of the master soul
She needs
Who can sanctify her
For the season yet to come
Foundations of the earth distressed
The core is groaning at the weight
Of all our vying for more
The self-assured winking
As we play the whore
Self-loathing drunken godless
Poor!
Before our earth mother
How we do behave
Our mortal mums would weep
The dead ones′d turn in their grave
When will i rest
Purged of the vile knave
The right reside
Upon my face?
We fixed things fine
In a world so young
And once divine
It′s where we are
But there are some
Who'd take us
To some new far star
The one on which yesterday
My dreams hung
But now they′re washed away
From the acid from the sky
And her tears sting in my eyes!
If we could feel The pain
That brought her to her knees
I think we'd think it through again
Give her the chance that she deserves
She'd get the chance that she deserves
We′d seek forgiveness from her hands
Foundations of the earth distressed
The core is groaning at the weight
Of all our vying for more
The self-assured winking
As we play the whore
Self-loathing drunken godless
Poor!
Will we do her justice-right
And give her rest?
Will we purify,
De-foul the nest?
She is our home
Who leaves their mother
So bereft and so alone?
While patiently suffering
She pleads too
Of the master soul
She needs
Who can sanctify her
For the season yet to come
Foundations of the earth distressed
The core is groaning at the weight
Of all our vying for more
The self-assured winking
As we play the whore
Self-loathing drunken godless
Poor!
Before our earth mother
How we do behave
Our mortal mums would weep
The dead ones′d turn in their grave
When will i rest
Purged of the vile knave
The right reside
Upon my face?
Writer(s): John Barrett Richardson, Spencer Eyring Wasden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com