A Scarcity Of Miracles

Night falls
As darkness reappears
The madness and the fears close behind them
Faith calls me to question who I am
When neither myth nor man stand beside them

Say not what you were, but what you are
Daylight still my soul
Night falls
The secrets still remain
The panic and the pain still belies them

Ahh

Pizzaro and conquistadors
The debris and the metaphors
And the scarcity of miracles we'd found

Valverde and the battle lines
And everything it undermines
And the scarcity of miracles we'd found

Ahh

A scarcity of miracles

Valverde and the battle lines
And everything it undermines
And the scarcity of miracles we'd found