Story Behind The Song

Inspired by experience the homelessness and drug addiction epidemic in downtown Vancouver, B.C. as well as possible influence from news of war in the Middle East as well as the abuse of children in India and China as well as third-world countries.

Lyrics

Hey don't you run, little child who is born
They'll bring you back, to those old worn out
Clothes in the dark, peaceful light
Tearing a hole with an old russian knife

Tell (Give) me what you want, sell it to the FEDs
I could never care, they will never let you
Breathe in the dark, a whisper in the trees
Telling everyone, that you got your needs
Well I don't hear a thing, I don't even care
'Cuz when you're rollin' over me
You bring out all my fears, all right

Tell me what you want, take it if you need
Everyone's alive and everyone can bleed
Oh I (don't) just want some more, everybody dies
A whisper in the night, a howl in the dark and blue-grey
Crimes in the night, heroes of the day
Making lots of money, don't know what they'd say about you
Now what you do, is it just your job
How do you live like that, can you break it off, can you kill that
Life that you see, everybody knows
Everybody runs, everybody blows up the
Town in the dark, a whisper in the sky
Give me all your love, tell me all your lies
In the dark of the night, people of the day
An enemy at dawn, kind of like the day, are they
With you now, a whisper in the night
A scream in the dark, a howl in the dark and blue-grey skies