The Finest Hour - Attalus

Our smiles tell the lie

Our laughter hides the question

We’re still not sure we’ve come to grips with who we are

Outside a Renaissance, inside a Great Depression

We boast enlightenment but we can’t feel the spark

And the paradise that was

Cannot be found inside of us

We must look above

We must look to love

Our hands hold fast to earth

Our mouths speak not of Eden

We’re too afraid we’ll come to grips with who we are

We starve ourselves of faith

Oh, we overdose on reason

But too much medicine is poison to the heart

And the paradise that was

Cannot be found inside of us

We must look above

We must look to love

Life is a moment

Love is our finest hour

Beneath its form, we surrender

The world’s a desert

Love is our only flower

Beneath its shade, we remember

Life is a moment

Haaa

Love is our finest hour

Life is a moment

Love is our finest hour

Beneath its form, we surrender

The world’s a desert

Love is our only flower

Beneath its shade, we remember

Who we are

Who we are

Look at the face

Behind the glass

And who we are

We’re souls that bore

Who we are

We know there’s more

Look at the man

Behind the mask

Who love would save

Beneath the ash