Foreigners - luke thompson

FOREIGNERS

oh night

We are the waiting and the stolen

we are the foreigners the wandering

we are the ghost upon the road, and

we are just listening to the pale night

on the way to God

bones and all

until the weight is gone

oh night

we are the citizens of nowhere

we are the guests in our own homes here

we are the listeners the lonesome

we are the weariest waters

where the waves lie broken now

bones and all

until the weight is gone

oh