The Penalty - Beirut

Like an ancient day and I’m on trial

Let them seize the way, this once was an island

And I could not stay for I believed them

Left for the lights always in season

Impassable night in a crowd of homesick

Fully grown children, you’ll leave the lights

Your family may not wait, Sir, keep on breathing

Our parents rue the day, they find us kneeling

Let them think what they may, for they’ve good reason

Left for the lights always in season