Finest Hour

Red light bleeding

Replaces the evening in sharper shades

Cover, there is none above us

The sheets are gathered in the face of the rain

Silence, pray for silence

Guidance for the troubles that remain

Tired, too tired to fight it

The rail drives a course, I can't maintain

All this and more

Can you believe

They got the wrong man?

I still believe these are the finest hours

The water calmer

Warm now I rest in its embrace

But it's short lived, it always is

Don't know what tomorrow you might face

All this and more

Can you believe

They got the wrong man?

I still believe these are the finest hours

All this and more

Can you believe

They got the wrong man?

I still believe these are the finest hours

All this and more

Can you believe

They got the wrong man?

I still believe these are the finest hours

I still believe these are the finest hours