The Sons Of Cain Lyrics

Old, lonely, and endless light. Cold morning rises from the night.

No smile smiles back through the glare. No Voice calls back from the stairs.

Oh, those wounds on your blistered feet? That march you on along that dusted street

Oh, that dust gathers 'round your head as, clean, I rise form my lonely bed

All the talking - this and that none taking me to where you're at

Oh, as fine as the day is long

Oh, my fineness, where have you gone?

And I know I'm not to sing of fights I've missed

But, alone, I've got to sing just to exist

And to resist

So you're gone now, and who's to blame?

Left down here among the sons of Cain

Have you gone on to their heavenly fame

Leaving me here among the sons of Cain?

So, you're gone now, and who's to blame?

Left down here among the sons of Cain

Oh, you're gone now, and who's to blame?

All alone among the sons of Cain