Sirens from 52 Blue by Anthony Coppa

this is the sound I heard when the angels came
and when they went away again the words
became wails of sirens

writing on the wall
making a turn down a road I didn't want to take you
no response answered calls the echoes of a breakthrough

healing described as an ambulance ride
to heaven destroyed by crowds
the obvious sign of an evidence fire
forever obscured by clouds

tired of fighting, respiring, making promises with very poor timing
done pretending I'm not afraid
here's the things I've been hiding

healing described as an ambulance ride
to heaven destroyed by crowds
the obvious sign of an evidence fire
forever obscured by clouds

but it's all there, you just have to put it together
It's all there, you just have to put it together

I prefer ordinary days
but lately they've been strange, shades drawn
faces I knew, faces I grew away from

I am old
I am poor
I have promises to keep

healing described as an ambulance ride
to heaven destroyed by crowds
the obvious sign of an evidence fire
forever obscured by clouds

but it's all there, you just have to put it together
It's all there, you just have to put it together

no one knows what it might have been
no one knows what it might have been

this is the sound I heard when the angels came
and when they went away again the words
became wails of sirens

• Folk
• Harmony
• acoustic
• lo-fi
• Philadelphia