Chicago influenced indie blues band
Story behind the song
We'd rather let the words of the song speak for themselves.
Lyrics
I can see them in the distance, rolling in like the fog with the cold.
Now we'll listen to the rest of the story, as the end of their tale unfolds.
Truth is hard to come by when it gets lost in a quest for gold, or maybe just distorted, or maybe...maybe we're growing old.
Is it too late to grab our weapons, and seek battle against their rising tide?
Will we be swept clean of all we thought that we stood for, or can we beat them back just one more time?
The darkness keeps on falling, while they keep on calling it the sun. Have we traded our power in for false comfort? Acquiesce or fight, it's too late to run.
Is it too late to grab our weapons, and seek battle against their rising tide?
Will we be swept clean of everything we stood for, or can we beat them back just one more time?
Darkness keeps on falling, while they tell us it's the sun. Was freedom traded for false comfort? Stand and fight, it's too late to run.
