Back on the road, I can’t get this feeling to leave
back on these streets, where you once saw through me
I’ll try to behave, this time around
I’ve been scared of this grave, for so long
On Our Own, it’s a merciless ride
and we’re pushed to the side
as we watch them stroll on by
Yeah I know, we were beautiful then
never saw no end
we were forever, back then
Would you believe me if I said, that I got this hurting inside
and it’s never been the same, since I left, all the way back then
Would you care to know the truth, about the rulers of this world
would you listen, take the time, and become, warriors again
On Our Own…
They spoke of peace, like it was a dream
that only they could see
They spoke of love and all of this hatred, how they would never be free
would you at least release me
On Our Own…
If I hold on to you now, would you slip and let me go
is it the pain in your soul, making you do so
If I love you all over again, would you keep me ‘til the end
and follow me once again, follow me through the cold
All the way through the end, together like we know
holding on, to the shimmering glow of hope
On our own, on our own, on our own, we are just alone
Words & Music by Jonas Carping. Performed by The Glade
From album "What Turns On The Lights"
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020