There's a silence growing
Before the coming storm
We're all around us
Alive or tattered and torn
Stripped of spirit
And stripped of pride
Led to believe
In the golden light
A broken home
Is like a smoking gun
When the battles over
The unfortunate ones
Pick up the pieces
With no guarantees
That they won't be
Love's refugees
Blame it on the father
Blame it on the mother
They just don't know
How to talk to each other
Like a river rolling
To the open sea
Will all the children
Ever come to believe
Or are the children
Love's refugees
On the ship of fools
There's a golden ring
In the land of the blind
The one-eyed man is king
Like Jezebel
And old Ahab
The more you want
The less you have
Blame it on the father
Blame it on the mother
They just don't know
How to talk to each other
Like a river rolling
To the open sea
Will all the children
Ever come to believe
Or are the children
Love's refugees
Like a river rolling
To the open sea
Will all the children
Ever be set free
Or are the children
Love's refugees