Morning Drum
Jens Eriksson, Luke Potashnick
Can you hear the morning drum
Beating out over the city hum
Growing fainter through these bitter months
Laying low your hopes they rest
They’ve been sleeping in a drunken mess
Better leave them they’re not ready yet
Underneath the undertone
Where they build things to intimidate
Cold designers of our common fate
You can’t forget your history
There are scars where there was once divide
Cover up your different states of mind
Lighting up solitary streets
Phosphorescence in the river Spree
Everybody’s not my enemy
Coming up for air again
Find the holes in the sheets of rain
Hold your breath until they come again
I can hear the morning drum
I can’t love you if you break me down
I can’t love you if you break me down