It's night, the watchman waits. The signs say there's going to be rain. Selah. The moon is on the rise. And she watches him wait for something surprising. The moon, she's smooth, she moves on the horizon. She watches the shadows fall. She watches the city's eyes stay closed. Selah. The moon is on the rise.
It's night, the watchman waits. The signs say there's going to be rain. Selah. A witness in the sky. And the cracks in the ground start to grow beneath city streets. And the trees in the wind start to moan as the city sleeps. The dark night hides behind city walls. Where the light falls, the moon will be watching them.
Enter the sleepers from cracks in the ground. And the moon growing deeper in shadows around. Without a sound, without waking the city whose walls are around. There is the seeker, the watchman who calls. And the moon growing deeper through cracks in the walls. Wake up! Selah. The moon is on the rise.
Can you hear the world say no? Can you hear the words so slow? Can you hear the war go on an on? Hallelujah.
released November 25, 2010
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