Moment - Akron/Family, Angels of Light

The word of our Lord scratched in sand

By the spittle drenched flannel of man

We struggle to stand higher

But our feet are attached to the land

Our souls are just arches in bones

We’ve been crushed by sticks

Buried 'neath stones

We struggle to stand higher

But our feet are attached to the land

The moment is over

The idea that you

Were the same when it started as

When it is through

Is the reason that old friends have

Problems with new thoughts

And the new clothes that you

Bought for them to see you in