The way you fan, and signal with your hand
Reveals in sign, intentions of your man
Farewell to them, you've seen it all before
When time is short, you really get the jump on both wings
The master plan was buried in the sand
Our heads feel warm from a shelter or a door
Can we withstand with all our loyal fans
Al last we fall, but sort of soulfully
Salvations hand, it's never stopped a mob from breaking in
My word, over some sad sod
The hours at hand
You really have it all in some ways
And some you don't
The word in Love
Is sent from up above
God gave a sign we barely understand
When I'm a Lamb, I need the suffering
When I'm enraged, it's to be tactfully engaged