Moscow
Written by Scott Wainwright
There was nothing left to say
It was better left unsaid
We could see where things were going
We could see the road ahead
(Chorus)
And deep down we realised
We were sifting through the lies
That's why we had to go
Leaving Moscow
Sometimes you get caught
Between a rock and a hard place
But the acts of men
Don't match Gods grace
(Chorus)
All the hurt and the pain
We left them all behind
So the lack of truth
No longer weighs heavy on my mind
(Chorus)
From the album 'The Future of Primitivism'
Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/the-future-of-primitivism
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