Glimpse

Glimpse - Powderfinger

Written by：Jonathan Robert Coghill/John A. Collins

Tell me when does your justice start

What you say and what I see they are miles apart

Now I'm as guilty as the night man or woman I declare

Of apathy and selfish greed and self interested affairs

Now why must we accept these things when after all

They're only handed down

Now why must we accept these things when after all

They're only handed down

Tell me when does your mercy begin

What you say and what I see

Looks like its come to an end

Looks like its come to an end

Looks like its come to an end

I won't care to yes the next's man