Thomas Lyrics

I stare into an empty glass viewing wasted skin

And say Would God it came to pass, my heart hangs from a string

Only for then I un-dis-trest, growing cold to me

Could lonely wait my endless rest? It's lonely all at sea

As I look into my glass

What if fire and faith within us

Men who march, no tears can win us

Joy- stoking up the fire

Fill up our glass- bring on home the Pires

Two thousand years of solid mass

Only a man harrowing clods- In a silent walk

A stumbled horse and with it nods- sleeping as they stalk

I stare into an empty glass viewing wasted skin

And say Would God it came to pass, my heart hangs from a string

Joy- stoking up the fire

Fill up our glass- bring on home the Pires

Two thousand years of solid mass

All we have is poisoned gas