So many faces
All of these places
Go down in the dust
Of the dawn of the day All of these old men
Insufferable sunsets
They all tell the tales
Of the dawn of the day
Follow the birds and the buds And the red haze
So maybe the words aren't forgiven But fate
All of these places That won't wash away
Wash away, wash away, wash away
All wash away
Down in the dirt
We follow them softly and softly we rise
All of our places Go on with their lives
So maybe the words aren't forgiven But fate
All of these places That won't wash away
Wash away, wash away, wash away All wash away
All wash away