From the recording The Players
Lyrics by Mandy Breathed-Craker
Dave Dove - Guitar and Vocals
Amy Wakefield - Violin
Duncan Wilcox - Double Bass
Lyrics
From a Chicago Winter to a New York Spring
This is where art is
This is where art begins
Time spent kicking boxes peering through gaping holes
No birds, no feathers, no room for shaped souls
She'll take the day, she'll take the night
She'll take the sky, she'll take the light
She'll take it over, she'll take it over
She'll take it over
She is the past and future surrounded by ghosts
Held in a vision to which she plays host
Time spent kicking boxes peering through gaping holes
No birds no feathers no room for shaped souls
She'll take the day, she'll take the night
She'll take the sky, she'll take the light
She'll take it over, she'll take it over
She'll take it over
Embrace the lonely, embrace the lost
Embrace the lonely, embrace the lost
Embrace rebellion, embrace rebellion
Embrace rebellion
She'll take the day, she'll take the night
She'll take the sky, she'll take the light
She'll take it over, she'll take it over