One swallow never made a spring
You can buy a crown, it doesn′t make you king
Beware the trinkets that we bring
With visionary dreams set hard and grey
As flesh made into stone
He tore the statues to the ground
Crying "Let the people go"
Now they're gone
All is gone
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
The freedom passion and the two-faced call
They dance together upon the wall
With nothing left to break the fall
Now twenty-five miles north in the great dark woods
The college building stands
And the ghosts of old war silent halls
At the death of the promised land
All is gone
All is gone
But these changing winds can turn cold and hostile
One swallow never made a spring
You can buy a crown, it doesn′t make you king
Beware the trinkets that we bring
In the shadows of the crowded square
A thousand paper deals go down
And hungry sharks from everywhere
Smell the blood and tear the town
Innocence starts to peel away
How money changes everything
The past it eats the future up
But this blind desire eats everything
Now the rats they leave one stricken ship
For another sailing past
Your world was going nowhere slow
While ours goes nowhere fast
All is gone
All is gone
And these changing winds can grow cold and hostile
The freedom passion and the two-faced call
They dance together upon the wall
With nothing left to break the fall
One swallow never made a spring
You can buy a crown, it doesn't make you king
Beware the trinkets that we bring
The freedom passion and the two-faced call
They dance together on the famous wall
With nothing left to break the fall
Writer(s): Robert Charles Heaton, Justin Edward Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
