The Dark Tower's Coming
Heard my momma crying through the bedroom wall
Through my daddy's screaming, her voice sounded small
Got out of bed and put my ear to the paint
Daddy's voice got so loud, momma's voice got so faint
I couldn't even hear her calling for me
But when daddy finished yelling, he fell to his knees
I listened and I listened, but momma was gone
Then a gunshot went off like the light from a dawn
What they were tied to, I never will know
Tied to themselves or maybe tied down to hope
But thinking and hoping that hope's what you need
Ties you so tightly that you start to bleed
The Dark Tower's coming, it's searching for you
Fate in the hands of your own motley crew
I said it's fate in the hands of your own motley crew
Fate in the hands of your own motley crew
-From Ode to a Dream, by The Overman
Through my daddy's screaming, her voice sounded small
Got out of bed and put my ear to the paint
Daddy's voice got so loud, momma's voice got so faint
I couldn't even hear her calling for me
But when daddy finished yelling, he fell to his knees
I listened and I listened, but momma was gone
Then a gunshot went off like the light from a dawn
What they were tied to, I never will know
Tied to themselves or maybe tied down to hope
But thinking and hoping that hope's what you need
Ties you so tightly that you start to bleed
The Dark Tower's coming, it's searching for you
Fate in the hands of your own motley crew
I said it's fate in the hands of your own motley crew
Fate in the hands of your own motley crew
-From Ode to a Dream, by The Overman
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