Wreckage of Our Lives
I wrote Wreckage of Our Lives while spending some time in Paris. I was wandering the streets,
looking at the marvelous architecture, sculptures, and marble facades, and thinking
about the permanent quality of human creations, versus the impermanency of human hearts.
Thunder rumbles across the moon
The storm will be upon us soon,
And in the dark, deserted streets
The rhythm of the rain is beat
On the belly of the night.
Chorus:
The storm has gathered on the horizon
The voice of God has fallen silent
With no one left to disagree
The Devil watches eagerly
O'er the lovers and the sinners
And the wreckage of our lives.
I hear the summons and I go
Toward the horns of Jericho
On streets as long as memory
Across the shattered masonry
Where angels fear to tread.
Chorus.
I count the number of my sins
A thousand kisses on your skin
I'll pay the body of my debts
With the sum of my regrets,
Until my soul is spent.
Chorus.
Smothering, we gasp for breath
And waste what little time is left
On meaningless apologies
As faith is driven to its knees
By lunatics and liars.
Chorus.