Smoke is rising shadow on the move
From a back room cigarette tray
To the front page of the news
The voice of a prophet paid in cash
Speaking glory while they bind your hands
Steady is the sin in telling tales
Pulling cards to win a trick
The dealers getting paid
Can I still hold on hope
Can I still hold on hope
Fever's rising breaking boiling
Half the trees are screaming fire
In the rain or in the snow
The last flicker of a light I know
Footsteps of a truth that they can't hear
A fire in their hearts
Eyes wild with fear
Bickering and bartering for more
While the wine is served behind closed doors
Can I still hold on hope
Can I still hold on hope
Fevers rising breaking boiling
Half the trees are screaming fire
In the rain or in the snow
The last flicker of a light I know
And I will hold on hope
And I will hold on hope
And I will hold on hope
And I will hold on hope
And I will hold on hope
And I will hold on hope
Fevers rising breaking boiling
Half the trees are screaming fire
In the rain or in the snow
The last flicker of a light I know
