Text: Starsailor. White Dove.

Found us in a small cafe
Happened to be out that day
To watch it go by
Came to pass that we shall be
Early sign to victory
From out of their eye

If you lay your guns to ground
Feel the weight of coming down
Fall from your mind

Something that I ought to say
Take away the pain of day
I'm leading the blind

Worn and drifting
Won't you carry me out of this place?

Found us in a small cafe
Happened to be out that day
To write it all down

As they fell upon the floor
They thought of all that's gone before
They went to the ????

The old man is drifting
Won't you carry me out of this place

The white dove is rising
To the sound of your God given grace
To the sound of your God given grace