All These Lost Pictures: Owed To The World

This song, for me, is a bit of a nod to The Killers' "Tidal Wave" because that was the melody that lodged itself under my skin, making me able to write the song. The title is a pun on "Ode to the World", as if this song is a poem to the world, but "Owed" also fits nicely because sometimes I feel we don't pay enough homage to the world that we live in, and how God seems to be a forgotten concept in today's modern world. In a way he owes us a better place, and in a way we owe that to ourselves.

So without further adieu, here's Memories Of Ghosts (And Their Memorandums) or, simply, Owed To The World:

The winds blow over on this town,

And it brings with it uncertainty

Under which we seem to drown.

And we had always wondered

Where we're going next.

And all these ghosts they swim around you

As you take it step-by-step.

These politicians they lie to us

And these martyrs they die for us,

Where is God in this?

God only knows.

This fire lights up the sky for us,

And higher it climbs for us,

But in this all I need

Is something to trust.

Years gone start to light up in your eyes,

And it brings with it the friends you loved,

Instead of all the lies.

And it seems you can't remember

Just how far you've come,

So you smile at them all around you,

And the drummers start to drum.

These politicians they lie to us
And these martyrs they die for us,
Where is God in this?
God only knows.
This fire lights up the sky for us,
And higher it climbs for us,
But in this all I need
Is something to trust.

So I'll wrap my arms around you,

Like I'm never letting go,

And I'll let time heal the scars it's made,

And don't you dare go running off

In the middle of the night,

Feel the world all around you,

And get ready to take your flight.

And don't you dare go running off
In the middle of the night,
Feel the world all around you,
And get ready to take your flight.

We knew you would.