Wonderful World Still Left

Photo by Josh Calabrese 

Here's this song I wrote. Listen:
Wonderful World Still Left



He's running through the night
the streets cold and grim
she placed a candle in the window
and prepared a place for him
if it's peace that you give,
is it peace you will get?
she's thinking to herself
is there a wonderful world still left?

Take off your gown of mourning
promise we'll never part
let me sway to the beat
of your sacred heart
you know where evil abounds
grace abounds more, you can bet
he's thinking to himself
is there a wonderful world still left?

Who's calling off the dogs now,
the rumors of war?
who will gather all these promises
we've broken before?
who are the dead who bury the dead?
is it the creditor or the debtor?
this blood ain't getting any warmer
but it looks a little redder
and where has that child gone to
we baptized with spit?
I'll ask the questions now,
and who built all this shit?

He's praying in the night:
Father, before you I will bow
just tell me who loved you first
and where are they now?
and give me one good reason
we haven't packed it all in yet
I await your reply
if there a wonderful world still left

Born with her mother's smile
she could have been a ballerina
she hears the gunfire getting closer now
hears them laughing like hyenas
she's gone before the day breaks
her baby to her breast
she thinks to herself
is there a wonderful world still left

Who's calling off the dogs now,
the rumors of war?
who will gather all these promises
we've broken before?
who are the dead who bury the dead?
is it the creditor or the debtor?
this blood ain't getting any warmer
but it looks a little redder
and where has that child gone to
who we baptized with spit?
I'll ask the questions now,
and who built all this shit?

She said we'll shed this old skin, love
I'll show you my charms
I'll close my eyes and fall backwards
into your loving arms
when he remembers her smile
he has to still catch his breath
and he thinks to himself
is there a wonderful world still left?

The holy dove ain't flying
not around here anyway
and if I were to leave
would you ask me to stay
till the wildflowers start blooming
till the stones weep with regret
till we sing to ourselves
there's a wonderful world still left.

Wonderful World Still Left

Written and performed by Felix Carroll