Forest Floor

Foraging the forest floor To a find a shelter for the storm That's on it's way In line with a prophecy An old man said to me Lord, I know he knows I know he knows Climbing up the cliff face While at a glacial pace The town i left behind It burns in a an orange glow From all the fire below Good times, they come and go Oh lord, they go Is there such a thing as fine beneath the bread line? The citys sinking fast But i know that hope dies last So I'll try to survive On the line between the smug and damned again Foraging the forest floor To a find a shelter for the storm That's on it's way In line with a prophecy An old man said to me Lord, I know he knows I know he knows Is there such a thing as fine beneath the bread line? The citys sinking fast But i know that hope dies last So I'll try to survive On the line between the smug and damned again