The Grand Ballroom - From The Frontline Lyrics

By the time your letter came
It's silver had turned to gold
The alchemy of time makes
Fortune of lies we told
The frontline I live on is
Colored with all sorts of wounds
The mail comes once twenty years
Out where we're marooned
Deliberate with your words
I cracked them with my teeth
Shamelessly I peaked at
Everything underneath
Your mind shined like ivory
It was almost wrong to see
But if you couldn't anticipate this
You shouldn't have written me
Your mind shined like ivory
It was almost wrong to see
But if you couldn't anticipate this
You shouldn't have written me
I did not stop to wonder then
Who you were today
News that is old is
News to me anyway
I read your exposition from
The beginning to the end
Then I read the silence
Looking for my friend
That's where I found you
Rethinking everything
Like a bee recovering
Long after the sting
The politics of youth is done
Now it's all out war
Meet me one last time
Just outside your door
The politics of youth is done
Now it's all out war
Meet me one last time
Just outside your door