Last Few Grains of Hope Songtext
von Agents of Mercy

You seek the comfort of sacred slumbers
In a world that′s lost its sense of wonders
The silent cold, the stars align
The prophet speaks, it's the end of times
Another coast, a vacant path
Will slowly migrate through the land
We sit here, watch a dying sun
With nowhere left to turn
We′re waiting for the saving bell
We're waiting for a miracle
You're listening for the pipes of peace
The voices of reason
Frozen and starving
We are left a broken tribe
We′re trapped inside the corridors of time
And the light still brings a hope
May come to comfort you tonight
But soon, you′ll pray
You'll see the morning light
You seek the comfort in painted parlors


You look for trust in waking hours
With painful precision, those stars align
More quieting as our borrowed time
Just one more lie between our friends
Deep down we know we′re at the road's end
We sit here, watch a dying sun
With nowhere left to turn
We′re waiting for the saving bell
We're waiting for a miracle
You′re listening for the pipes of peace
The voices of reason
Frozen and starving
We are left a broken tribe
We're trapped inside the corridors of time
And the light still brings a hope
May come to comfort you tonight
But soon, you'll pray
You′ll see the morning light
You′re listening for the pipes of peace
The voices of reason
Frozen and starving
We are left a broken tribe
We're trapped inside the corridors of time
And the light still brings a hope
May come to comfort you tonight
But soon, you′ll pray
You'll see the morning light
And the light still brings a hope
And the light still brings a hope
And the light still brings a hope