John Mark Mcmillan Ominous
Six round in the hands of a killer
I am dangerous in your arms
We are the midnight city siren
On the back of wisdom
Crying against the wasteland boulevard
I am
I mean
You are with me
Well
We are
Ominous tonight
Six strings in the hands of a poet
I am poetry in your eyes
So light me up with a song
Stain the sky with my burning
And I will not apologize
Who's gonna cry if I won't?
Who's gonna shine if I don't?
Who's gonna bring it down?
Where is the hope in this
Crowd of indifferent
Where is the truth
If it's not in my mouth
I am
I mean
You are with me
Well
We are
Ominous tonight
Six a.m. in the hands of the morning
I am a skyline
You are the sun
Deep between our meeting
The heavens are receeding
and the stars fade one by one
I am
I mean
You are with me
Well
We are
Ominous tonight