Modern History - Darren Hanlon

When the sun circle appears to me

I embrace the world and all it's pluses

When the summer day ceases to be

I take to riding far away on buses

I thought of you almost every hour

I thought of you as my companion

I thought that you might be a flower

Growing at the bottom of a canyon

Days they fly and nights they fall

Makes no sense to me at all

Just little tricks of temperature

And light cast a spell on everyone

So let the golden vines of modern history grow

To cover yourself and everyone you know

And if that story that we made was just a token

Maybe our hearts will all be unbroken

Every single morning I am born

And in the same place each night I am buried

Beneath the single blanket worn

As an ocean where my dreams are buried

No I can't be the weight upon your shoulders

I can't be the ringing in your ears

But I can disappear until we're older

Just like the bowling balls around your mirror

The darkness from the light's gone out

Filled the room and killed the doubt

You keep counting every moment till the morning

Then it's never gonna come

So let the golden vines of modern history grow

To cover yourself and everyone you know

And if that story that we made was just a token

Maybe our hearts will all be unbroken

If I called you again by a god given name

If the wind and the rain did fall

Would you hear me at all

If I called you again by a god given name

If the wind and the rain did fall

Would you hear me at all

If I called you again by a god given name

If the wind and the rain did fall

Would you hear me at all

If I called you again by a god given name

If the wind and the rain did fall

Would you hear me at all

So let the golden vines of modern history grow

To cover yourself and everyone you know

And may the words we used in anger be unspoken

And may our hearts will all be unbroken