Finest Hour

Red light bleeding
 Replaces the evening in sharper shades
 Cover, there is none above us
 The sheets are gathered in the face of the rain
 Silence, pray for silence
 Guidance for the troubles that remain
 Tired, too tired to fight it
 The rail drives a course, I can't maintain
 All this and more
 Can you believe
 They got the wrong man?
 I still believe these are the finest hours
 The water calmer
 Warm now I rest in its embrace
 But it's short lived, it always is
 Don't know what tomorrow you might face
 All this and more
 Can you believe
 They got the wrong man?
 I still believe these are the finest hours
 All this and more
 Can you believe
 They got the wrong man?
 I still believe these are the finest hours
 All this and more
 Can you believe
 They got the wrong man?
 I still believe these are the finest hours
 I still believe these are the finest hours