Bonafide

Bonafide We are walking in the meadow There is darkness on the land You wager to see how far we might go down And the rain keeps on falling Running nightmare of the sea If I was back home now then I’d know now And your memory’s framed in roses As I look for your smile I remember your friendship, wishes to me Is it my chance to take care? Is it my story? Ask me to hold the lantern, tell me to be free We are standing in the chapel Rain still falling all around You ask to confess now, the judge knows best now Do we leave the rain for better Whitewash the defeat It’s like a songbird hanging on to a falling tree Is it my chance to take care, is it the story Ask me to hold the lantern, Tell me to be free, tell me to be free --- Bonafide - Itasca