In Praise Of - Arid

The time has come

To say it clear

The time has come

For you my dear

You can?

t be sure of anything

It ain?

t no use but still you cling

You fight it off

You fight it brave

You try real hard

But you?

re still a slave

To all of this, everything

Forever waiting in the wings

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of your love

In praise of your love

Your sky is bleak

Some off-white

No dark shadows

No bright highlights

You can?

t be sure of anything

It ain?

t no use but still you cling

Your tired eyes

Reveal the truth

It?

s killing me like

It?

s killing you

?cause we?

re never sure of anything

Always somewhere in between

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of your love

In praise of your love

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of your love

In praise of your love

And time again we?

re blown off course

And time again we bleed

And once again we find ourselves

Just out of reach

You try real hard, you fight it off

You go at it again

You figure, one more day

You know I just might win

And time again we?

re blown off course

And time again we bleed

And time again we?

re blown off course

And time again we?

re

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of, praise of

Singing in praise of your love

In praise of your love

And time again we?

re blown off course

And time again we bleed

And once again we find ourselves

Just out of reach

You try real hard, you fight it off

You go at it again

You figure, one more day

You know I just might win

And time again we?

re blown off course

And time again we bleed

And once again we find ourselves

Just out of reach

You try real hard, you fight it off

You go at it again

You figure, one more day

You know I just might win