Oh when the dust blows
How it clouds my eyes
Oh how I wish I could see you

Oh how the thieves ride
They scream through the night
Oh how I wish I could lose them

I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna lose them
I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna leave them behind

Oh when the shells fall
And wicked men play games
Oh how I choose to refuse them

Now as the day ends
And clouds close my eyes
Oh how I wish I could see you

Oh when the thoughts bite
And drain my hollow head dry
Oh how I know I must forsake them

I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna lose them
I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna leave them behind

I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna lose them
I’ll refuse them
Then I’ll lose them
I won’t abuse them
But I’m gonna leave them behind
Behind (x3)

By Sean Bowley