Put The Blame On Me lyrics

I think I smell the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Clean shaven correspondents
Are all crowded at the gate
Smell the oil from their torches
Their voices growing more irate
Sheperd`s staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way
All the sheep lock their doors
Yeah, they`re pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The faithful growing old and gray
But I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It`s an amazing sight
Your glory Lord
Is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim
Think I smell the sunset
Think I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral
People dancing at a wake
All the seasons blend together
This bird`s losing feathers everyday
But I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It`s an amazing sight
Your glory Lord
Is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim
And everybody`s tired and scared
And begging unbelief
But you have yet to break a sweat
You`re not afraid
You`re not afraid
I think I smell the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Sheperd`s staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way
People laughing at a funeral
People dancing at a wake