Oh, that the song I'm singing Was an ocean wide And that the word I'm bringing Reaches over to the other side Each heart a burning vessel Out on a pitch black wave Chewing the bone and gristle When it's the flesh of love we crave
When a lie starts dancing Oh boy, it sure can run Be halfway around the world 'Fore the truth can get its trousers on And in a nightclub mirror I caught the merest glimpse Of my pre-human spirit Frozen like a deer in the headlamps 'Til it just don't matter Until we're far from care When illusion shatters You see the carnage everywhere Everywhere Everywhere
So with a taste like metal Through the fog of war So many hurts like nettles Growing up around my door I'm gonna cut that stairway Yeah, with my own bare hands Up to that high rock plateau Make my home inside the winds Inside the winds Inside the winds Up to that high rocky plateau Make my home inside the winds
Compositor: David Gray (PRS)Editor: Green Scar LimitedECAD verificado obra #30202334 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM