Chris Haise Band - Diaspora

We were young we had time to kill
Sat out smoking on your window sill
Getting our fill of love before the world turned real
Then your mother came in looking sacrosanct
She thinks I'm you're savior but I'm not a saint
I drank all your wine and I broke all the bread you ever baked
Well look at me I'm leaving again
Walls close in and I run like the wind
I'm the master of
Diaspora
Well I had fresh tread on my restless feet
You turned screw girl I couldn't take the heat
There's honor in defeat let's take our chances with retreat
Cause the world caught up and it left us behind
It was nobody's fault you still said it was mine
How petty to persecute a victimless crime
Well look at me I'm leaving again
Walls close in and I run like the wind
I'm the master of
Diaspora
You know a kerosene soul never gets very far
When it comes to a trial by fire
Smoke me up just to show where you are
On ground only slightly higher
Look at me I'm leaving again
Walls close in and I run like the wind
I'm the master of
Diaspora

Written by:
Christopher Haise

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