The moon holds the light. And the moon's this spinning globe. Shedding light upon the road. The bird won't fly. And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing.
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all. There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed. Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain.
The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you.
Stow it away for words for dream. Took the nerve for unseen, feeling it go untrue. For a say what is true of chaos in too. . Then in the quiet it calls again.
Spring it came upon us,. Every insect filled the air. Dropped their wings upon my brother,. Cast their shadows on his hair. . If we follow where they're leading,.
Soon as the storm hit, struck on the hull. Hand in the hallway, here was the soul after soul. Then in a waste end way they call them home. Take it through the footstep in the hearing call.
verse 1. . sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass. like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last. caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing.
Out with the golden drizzle. and the lower past that crawls.. Now, to the doorway you run. to the girl that's not enough.. . Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky..
There is so little left from the warmth of the sun. . Toby existed. Where nothing starts. Been in where we almost missed. Staggered that it did not flood.
Will not come home. Tepid and cold. Crawling lessons to the fold. Trace it by line. Light in the ground. Beating your fists to the sound. . No one can look.
I will not cave under you. For my heart is an unending tomb. I will not trouble your rest. For my heart is infinity blessed. . Ever a hard rot. Cut from an ancient cloth of old.
Think about it, there must be higher love. Down in the heart and in the stars above,. Without it, life is wasted time.. Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine.
Golden, golden, golden river run. To the East then drop beneath the sun. And as the moon lies low and overhead. We're lost. . Burn slow, burning up the back wall.
Someone here's a lie, somewhere underneath. Caught between the railing, mirroring the beat. I no longer feel and the years asleep. Show no sense of hope, staring honestly.
How was the cold. Along the path I determined to hold. Although it coiled round a perilous wing. Blinded by hot gas and carving off steam. There was still smoke.
Hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow. That's the sound of freshly fallen snow. Your love is gold, your love is gold. Seems, seems as though we'll be stuck out here for days.
Follow you down to the red oak tree. As the air moves thick through the hollow reeds. Will you wait for me there until someone comes. To carry me, carry me down.
From the woods, from the woods. They are coming from the woods. Riding horses cloaked in gray. Make their way, to my door. Lay their boots upon my floor.
The moon holds the light. And the moon's this spinning globe. Shedding light upon the road. The bird won't fly. And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing.
When the hills let go. Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover. On a ship filled with ghosts. It's something to behold. . When the paper thin girls.