Eliad Fridman Green - When the uprise lifts |
When the uprise lifts
Eliad Fridman Green When the uprise lifts And the raging crowds have all grown cold You look at your iron fist and miss The buzz of beginnings, and you're free to go. See a buzzard circling round a playground you saved It's like half a joke to see how old you've become And man You're not even that old. Now the time of action's past Moons and four summers gone all wrong Awild horse in an open cage sighs at the mare in the field Hello Y'all! See the demons they'd caught When they told you "get a grip!" It's a minor slip and then you're on your ass because, you know... It hurts when the uprise lifts. Please don't ask for it again, I'll see it through you. I'm bound to be the same in the end Please don't ask for it again. When the fire hits And the last leaf has fallen on judgement day You burry your head in hands and wonder What the hell did you do wrong, Where are we now? On the verge of migration From Jerusalem to Tel Aviv It's our last resort and we do it just for sport, because you see The well was never deep enough, But when your home amiss And reality keeps changing constantly around you You make up your mind three seconds too late Then you're bound to be bounded Plead for something to shift For millenium to approach quick Before they make with the stick, you know... IT HURTS WHEN THE UPRISE LIFTS! Please don't ask for it again, I'll see it through you. I'm bound to be the same in the end Please don't ask for it again. |