A Silver Mt. Zion – Could've Moved Mountains 0

[left]
Please believe
In labor and hope
And joy
'Cause like a little boy
I have destroyed
Hope and joy
And lately I dream about
Angels with molotovs
And nightly they fist me
Wrists like tender trucks

[right]
The community is sick
And the community is blind
Yell
And it's colder than Poland
And the sun is not shining
Here
And we're tangled in the shit
Of each other's ruined
Affairs
Half of us are faking
And the other half is tired
And scared

And these hands could've moved mountains
These hands could've moved mountains...