He drove them out
The demons and the dark
Said the holy ghost
Finally made his mark
But he didn't know
That the worst was yet to come
Because evil has a way
Of turning the gun
It'll pull the tide
Until the sum equals none
And blot out the sun
With its dying breath
He buried it down
Deeper than the sand
Tried to wash it away
With cold, tin cans
But he already knew
That the damage was done
Hold, hold
On 'til the morning
I'll, I'll
Lead you home
Take my hand
All you need is a little company
He traded his stripes
For peace and silence
But war doesn't end
When the guns fall quiet
And we didn't know
That the worst had come
Because when you're
Lying in bed at night
And the silence it makes
Something wrong seem right
And the pain can't be numbed
By what they prescribe
Hold, hold
On 'til the morning
I'll, I'll
Lead you home
Take my hand
All you need is a little company
Hold, hold
On 'til the morning
I'll, I'll
Lead you home
Take my hand
All you need is a little company