(mark mancina)



Miles away

The light in the distance looks miles away

Tired of resistance and turned away

Going back to the holy land

Last night your anger was born again

Carry the torch in your heart

And your anger on the vine

Still buried in your pride



And when the morning sighs

And when the rains fall dry

Scarring the mountainside

They burn the bridges down

And when the laughter dies

Can't you see beyond the lines

Waving the last goodbye

Gonna burn these bridges down



Home again

Marching in circles, we're home again

Carry the torch in your heart

And your anger on the vine

Still buried in your pride

And when the morning sighs

And when the rains fall dry

Scarring the mountainside

They burn the bridges down

And when the laughter dies

Can't you see beyond the lines

Waving the last goodbye

Gonna burn these bridges down


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