Tyrone Lyrics

For the third night this week, I’ve been awoken by dreams

That my ceiling is cracking, and falling on me

Every house holds the story of the things it has seen

If these walls could talk, they’d probably scream

This city was abandoned when they closed the factories

The buildings were left vacant and decaying in the streets

Every town holds the story of what it used to be

If these sidewalks could walk, they’d probably leave

We left it all in god’s hands, all in gods hands

All in god’s hands, all in gods hands, we left it all in gods hands and he failed us again

We left it all in god’s hands, all in gods hands

All in god’s hands, all in gods hands, we left it all in gods hands and he failed us again