Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Great Heights , by - Andreas Kümmert. Song from the album The Mad Hatters Neighbour, in the genre ПопRelease date: 08.11.2012
Record label: Vomit
Song language: English
Great Heights |
| How do I wake my spirit cold? |
| We always say when our history’s told |
| If only we knew the things we know |
| There’s a question ages old |
| Let me down easy, let me down slow |
| If all good things ever come and go |
| Let me back down in a place I know |
| Hold the nail for the hammer stroke |
| Oh, this my trash, this my tome |
| Oh, this my blood, this my bone |
| How do I learn my dreams to mold |
| To lay them bare in the morning cold? |
| If they’re still out there then the chasm grows |
| For all you know, for all you’ve known |
| Let me down easy, let me down slow |
| If all good things ever come and go |
| Let me back down in a place I know |
| Hold that nail for the hammer stroke |
| Oh, this my weapon, this my loam |
| Oh, this my blood, this my bone |
| How do I wake my spirit cold? |
| Most people die but others just go |
| She’s still out there and the chasm grows |
| Steady are the feet in the morning glow |
| Oh, this my trash, this my tome |
| Oh, this my weapon, this my loam |
| Oh, this my mountain, this is my home |
| How do I wake my spirit cold? |
| There’s a question ages old |