That is through it all
I can feel the moran
Holding onto nothing
now.
The levels rise
With a bloody moon
A body of water
A walk of whatever
Never was a bell
i heard near the church
or a hell
oh well.
Crimes are done
It is written down
Hardly a star rises
Yet hopes above in towers
Sedates in graveyards
with unknown soldiers
ashes scatter in the storm
pathways appear suddenly
you are very lovely
she is growing a flower
angels fly by
oh we fly also
we fly away
the the day breaks
fears fall into the stream
laughter dancing with a
dream.
I can feel the moran
Holding onto nothing
now.
The levels rise
With a bloody moon
A body of water
A walk of whatever
Never was a bell
i heard near the church
or a hell
oh well.
Crimes are done
It is written down
Hardly a star rises
Yet hopes above in towers
Sedates in graveyards
with unknown soldiers
ashes scatter in the storm
pathways appear suddenly
you are very lovely
she is growing a flower
angels fly by
oh we fly also
we fly away
the the day breaks
fears fall into the stream
laughter dancing with a
dream.
