Hope from Hope™ (Single) by Handful of Snowdrops

HOPE

Made of none, all come undone
No sobbing would shake your perfect frame
Convinced you are cloaked under the covers
Where you’re as happy as anyone
Where no dissent you will tolerate
Unless shared with smiley, with a flag or your picture

Here’s to shape of things to come,
And the few remaining realists
Who won’t draw you in to colour you gone
No, we won’t hold long like this

Safe, sheltered and accounted for
God, let it rain more wine, more games, more Novocain
Never challenge, never lessen
No, Ignorance wouldn’t be ignored
But it will make you swallow all the same
You were raised to serve in heaven

Here’s to shape of thing to come,
And a few remaining realists
Who won’t draw you in to colour you gone
No, we won’t hold long like this

We’re reeking of hope
The stench has staled the air
We’re numb and cold
We learned young and we learned fair
To give up control
So blithely unaware
When truth be told
We would rather not be there

Over and done, our time has run
The time to consider it all insane,
A sunstroke fever, some drunken stupor

• Alternative
• indie
• new wave
• post-punk
• postwave
• synthpop
• Quebec