Jude Cole - Hole at the Top of the World

The Earth was trembling on their wedding day.
The sun was cold; the sky was chrome.
They spoke their lines like actors in a play,
Changed their clothes, and hurried home.
Now, in their dreams, the season lingers.
There is no wisdom in this pain.
She turns the ring around her finger.
He hopes that, somehow, things will change.
We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
The top of the world...
The dogs were howling around the White House.
Election day, in the land of the mall.
I have no hopes, no expectations;
I watch my shadow grow on the wall,
And through my heart this empty wind blows.
There is no wisdom in this pain.
There are no bars across these windows,
But I'm a prisoner just the same.
We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
The top of the world...
If our hearts became our anvils,
If wisdom's hammer was in our hands,
Could you and I build something better?
Do you think our hearts would understand?

We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
Top of the world, yeah...

Written by:
JUDE COLE, GEORGE GREEN

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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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