Common Ground by: Oil Midnight

These are the lyrics for the song "Common Ground" by "Oil Midnight" on the album "Breathe"

These are not dispassionate words of the cool
The headline still rules the editor's a fool
Shall we douse out the flames or will everybody fuse
And leave us standing here tomorrow
I heard a calling out. A cry from the heart
From the towns of cement and no beauty
A whisper it turned howl, man he didn't know
He was standing waiting for tomorrow
Nothing's left nothing's found there must be some common ground
I could never figure the calendars flow
Nor can I work out how the wild wind blows but I'm ready from within and
we're starting to go
Away from the place of no tomorrow
Oh the wreching fields are a terrible place, with a sulphurous smell and
a frightening pace and the hook goes in early and the critic is king and
it's hard to stay human and stand in the ring there's no time to be
absent, a clown or a fool
While shylock is smiling we're loaded like mules
If we surrender ourselves to industrial rules
We'll wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow