Speak Of Trouble Lyrics - Singles - Great Bloomers

The fortune teller speaks of trouble 

Spent all night making plans for us 

I made my peace with rising sun 

Now she's mine and I'm biding my time 

And when she fell asleep 

I changed my future's path 

Set fire to death and gave myself 

Everlasting light 

Oh, being immortal ain't for me 

I took you down to a roaring fire 

Laid in the cold sand 

But on the other hand I know 

The thought of you don't hold me no more 

The hot wind blew our 

Parting words onto the 

Warm lake while we sat wide awake and shared 

More silence than I'd like to admit 

I've seen the last good part of me 

Decay gradually 

We were both swallowed by the mouth of the lake 

Baffled still by all the sense we could make 

But we both sank like stones 

You already missed the soft land 

And you molded to my figure just like the sand below 

In this dark place I couldn't see your face 

But with all this weight above how could we grow 

I will rise 

I will rise with the sun