Lyrics Letters From The Wasteland - The Wallflowers

Letters From The Wasteland

Now coming down,
From out of this swan dive,
To your arms I make no sounds,
When I move through your reservoir,
But I wake up quick,
And I wake up sick,
As you,
Abandon me,
Into these fields,
Of rank and file,
Through this crowd I hear you breathing,
And through these bars I watch them bring more in,
Now I send back letters,
From the wasteland home,
Where I slow dance to this romance on my own,
It may take two to tango,
But boy,
Just one to let go,
It’s just one to let go,
Now boy keep still,
Don’t spread yourself around,
Get back in line,
Eat your bread and just work the plow,
'Cause you’re not through,
They’re not done with you,
Did you think you were,
The only one that’s been let down,
So sleep tight,
Little boys of the new damned,
Another drop in the Tidal wave of quicksand,