Lurhstaap
(Heaton/Sullivan)
One swallow never made a spring
You can buy a crown - it doesn't make you king
Beware the trinkets that we bring
When the visionary dreams set hard and grey
As flesh made into stone
You tore the statues to the ground
Crying let our people go
And now they're gone, all is gone
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
The freedom passion and the two faced call
They dance together upon the wall
With nothing left to break the fall
Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods
The college buildings stand
And the ghosts of hope walk silent halls
At the death of the promised land
All is gone, all is gone
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
One swallow never made a spring . . .
And in the shadows of the crowded square
A thousand paper deals go down
And hungry sharks from everywhere
Smell the blood and head for town
Innocence starts to peel away
How money changes everything
The past it eats the future up
And this blind desire eats everything
Now the rats they leave one stricken ship
For another sailing past
Your world was going nowhere slow
While ours goes nowhere fast
And now it's gone, all is gone
But these changing winds can blow cold and hostile