Surrender's Row
Kirill Kronrod
December 13th, 2004; mod. 11/20/06

Riding shotgun on shoulders of sand-storm dune
Guardian angel's got busted, went out of tune
Silence over thin air says nothin' much
Except that maybe now I've got no strings attached

Muddy shoes and holes on fallen grace
Skies are bleeding on my dirty face	
Simple words of courage may save nothin' much
Except maybe now I've got no strings attached

	Now that the white flag's been thrown
	Hands' been raised down the Surrender's Row
	While righteous things all end up bein' wrong
	One hero's gone, another one's bein' born

And miles walked, and courage scattered there
And empty words, and no one really cares
White lies, allegiance mean nothin' much
Except maybe now I've got no strings attached

And widows dreaming blue suburban skies
Still smiling, looking somewhere behind
Me and my conscience these days think nothing much
Except maybe now I've got no strings attached

	Now that the white flag's been thrown
	Hands' been raised down the Surrender's Row
	While righteous things all end up bein' wrong
	One hero's gone, another one's bein' born

Life's hanging like torn down victory flags	
In empty airports and faint jetlags		
Now, these victories summin' up all that I was
I'm coming home, leavin' behind all that I've lost

Christmas tree's touching blood dripping Mars
Side of a road is lit by slowly passing cars	
Night's slipping ground, slightly touches sky	
I feel your pain, baby, breathe in your fragile mind


© Kirill Kronrod, 2004