Keep Us Whole
Michael, Michael, Who you think you are, now?
Banging on the drum of the dying dusk?
You played your part.
Dogs rained down.
Lit the spark.
Now there's nothing left for you to stand on.
The city streets are shaking in the sober sun.
So it goes, the bashing blues, keep us whole.
Keep us whole!
Keep us whole!
Keep us whole!!
Storm clouds crack.
Fire's bound to break.
Hear that sound?
The wild's wide awake.
Storm clouds crack.
Fire's bound to break.
Hear that sound?
The wild's wide awake.
