Jericho Lyrics

It's the splinter in your finger

it's the poison in the well

The secrets you've been keeping

but you'd love to go and tell

It's the echo in your chamber

it's the storm after the calm

The passion of the songs

And it's the violence of the psalms

Tear down the flags and burn them in the streets

And fan the flame of love insurgency

Cause I want more of us and so much less of me

Oh sweet revolution set me free

Well this destitution found me

where pain and anger meet

Now I'm shaving with the glass that I found broken at my feet

So I raise my fist, I bind my hands,

Ignore my mother's plea

Pouring petrol on the fires

And dumping oil into the sea

Tear down the flags and burn them in the streets

And fan the flame of love insurgency

Cause I want more of us and so much less of me

Oh sweet revolution set me free

So won't you storm my winter palace

Won't you scale my Berlin wall

Won't you tear down Jericho

Until there's not a stone to stand at all

Will you take my aching fury

Won't you dream my grasping grief

Won't you pour the oil of gladness

And grant your hope is seen

Tear down the flags and burn them in the streets

And fan the flame of love insurgency

Cause I want more of us and so much less of me

Oh sweet revolution set me free

Oh sweet revolution set me free