Текст песни Mire

The story’s told Roses don’t grow in the mire Put out the fire Leave the old to the old Don’t look back Play blind raise Adam’s white cain Ignore the muddy track Shake off the pain The boy was looking up The hand came down to teach the truth There was a sudden snap And now he’s gone gone with the wind Flash of memories There’s more in the past than just stories The order of all The shape of the soul But you remember Who can forget to remember What’s buried in the mire Is not underground The angels don’t hate and the angels are free from desire They came for the madman and sad mama’s child in the mire