Rob Chiavelli

Lyrics

The shades of grey are fadin

with the world upon your back

the consequence of waiting

there's no turnin back


When the Spirit calls you out - like the wind without a sound

to the heart of all that's true - now it's up to you


I'm losin your religion

I aint wavin that flag

I got a premonition

and I aint turnin back


And the Spirit calls you now - like the wind without a sound

to the heart of all that's true - now it's up to you

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should I sing - the pretty songs of praise
while swimming in - our spiritual malaise
or take my cue from to the prophets of the age - with a tainted god all the worlds a stage
just close your eyes
and pick a prize


Am I a cop out - or are you a sell out
you are what you breathe
am I a cop out - or are you a sell out
how long till we see?


and the choir sings - oh, he’s fallen down
as the coyotes breathe - that chilling sound
and somewhere in between - defiled and pristine
I hold my breathe
and take a step