March of Cambreadth (Ose Version)

Cameras flash, show your smile -
theirs shall only last a while,
pick at wounds as yet unhealed,
enthrall your listeners till they yield:
Trembling lips and sore red eyes -
we're agony in sweet disguise,
remorse and pity pass us by -
how many of them can we make cry?

Pass those tissues 'round, for we
feed on tears and misery,
there they sit abundant crop,
ose like ours is hard to stop,
so raise your voice, spread grief and pain,
sing till they're no longer sane,
we flourish when they shake and sigh,
how many of them can we make cry?

Sing of fall, of guilt, of fears,
of the passing of the years,
sing of sorrow, loss and war,
sing and they'll come back for more!
Friendships break, harvests fail,
dreams are lost, white ships take sail,
heroes perish, lovers die -
how many of them can we make cry?

* * *

Sun has set, the time has come,
this spot shall leave them worn and numb,
we sing our song, they pay the toll,
we're playing on their heart and soul.
Trembling lips and sore red eyes,
we're agony in sweet disguise,
keep counting till we say good-bye:
How many of them can we make cry?
How many of them can we make cry?
How many of you can we make cry?

Lyrics: Eva, November 1st, 2004
Music: Heather Alexander / Alexander James Adams

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