Jen Kearney- Vocals, piano
Peter MacLean- Drums
Aaron Bellamy- Bass
Amy Bellamy- Organ
Jason Yost- Guitar
Yahuba Garcia- Percussion
Lyrics
I can’t make sense of it all
Are we mending fences or building walls
You took the spring from me, I took the fall
From the crudest instrument you made the call to arms
Firing your skill
At finding cause for alarm
You cemented it
And tried to smear my name
Into a blur
But this age of blame is over
I can’t make light through these stones
They block my sight, they chill my bones
Those dogs you trained to bite
Are at your border
But they don’t really want to fight
Just obeying orders
To cause me harm
Firing your skills
At finding cause for alarm
You cemented it
And tried to smear my name
Into a blur
But this age of blame is over
So I can’t make sense of it all
Are we mending fences, baby
Or building walls
You took the spring from me
I took the fall
It never seems to change
But that’s your call to arms
Firing your skill
And causing alarm
You cemented it and tried to smear my name
Into a blur
But this age of blame is over