Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wanderer, artist - Galleon. Album song Mind over Matter, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Record label: Nordic Records Norway
Song language: English
The Wanderer |
I fly like the light through the void |
Through emptiness |
All, all you can see |
Is my work, there’s nothing less |
I am everywhere and nowhere |
I am, I was, I’ll be there |
I am within and without you |
But you close your eyes, you stop your ears |
You put your head into the sand |
You still hold on to your flesh |
You are looking pass the truth |
There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled |
I am somewhere in your mind |
I’m the child with many names |
I am many still but one |
I’m beyond but yet inside your |
World — that is like it is |
Otherwise it wouldn’t be at all |
Come — come take my hand |
Where I call you’ll have to go |
Collecting information you’re part of the sensation |
You will join my flight through |
Universe |
But you close your eyes, you stop your ears |
You put your head into the sand |
You still hold on to your flesh |
You are looking pass the truth |
There’s no revealing me I can’t be unfurled |
I am somewhere in your mind |
I’m the child with many names |
I am many still but one |
I’m beyond but yet |
Inside |
Your World. |
.. . |
There’s a lonely wanderer |
He’s been walking many miles |
The moos has always beamed its light |
Upon his foggy face |
He can tell you a tale of life through his eyes |
Bound to walk through all human ties |
Everyone’s been on the ship sailing the sea of time |
We move towards what’s yet to come |
And from what’s used to be |
Constantly the world is changing, no matter where |
You look |
Still there’s things we can’t perceive and cannot see |
Centuries are turning — Generations changing |
The earth shifts face as well as I |
There’s even change among the stars |
We dream of being someone else |
Wore beautiful and wiser |
Yet keeping our integrity, our inner personality |
I want my soul to remain |
Eternal life |
Let my thoughts be the same |
Change my body, yes come change my face |
Change my flesh into some unknown form |
But keep my mind so I can sense the world |
Beyond the Realms of Death I see the world |
Hear the world. |
.. sense the world |
And I know the smell, know the taste |
Knowing love Still! |
Stones, flowers and trees |
And the wise fountain of life |
Can you tell a tale of long ago |
How people in the evening glow |
Were making vows of life and love |
I was the one who first solved the cube of Rubick |
Then came a second and the third |
Would do the trick |
All the ones that followed could easily twist |
Filling up the common mind, now everybody know |
Everywhere there’s street talk |
Rumors going 'round |
From neighbor to neighbor |
Woman to man |
Someone or something watch and hears it all |
Then puts it in its memory |
Fashion comes and goes, I say not the way |
It’s in the air, it’s everywhere, it’s even in your drink |
One is all and all is one and there is no denying |
Capitalize on all our deeds makes the world go 'round |
Everywhere there’s street talk |
Rumors going 'round |
From neighbor to neighbor |
Woman to man |
Someone or something watch and hears it all |
Then puts it in its memory |
I’m moving on upon |
The soil of this earth |
Watching wanders and miracles |
The world was created The day I was born |
And it ends the same day that I die |
I’m writing songs |
That’s coming to life |
Only when someone is listening |
Letters and signs |
Printed in black and white |
Are born when you open the book |
We think we’re designed to sense it all |
Every sight and every sound |
We strongly believe we can understand |
In fact we’ve got a view |
A view from nowhere. |
.. |
Brought by the future |
Are many paths |
Revealed only when you behold |
Appearance of truth can sometimes cheat |
Truth can contain many sides |
The signs of our lives |
Will eventually fade |
Buried for the future man |
He will search in the soil, he will search in our graves |
Inventing our story someday. |
.. |
I heard a knock on my door |
And I knew I heard it before |
There was no one outside |
I could see his footprints in the snow |
And the wind was blowing, clouds were chasing |
And the moon was shining down |
Upon the wanderer, upon his endless roads |
Like the restless moon above |
Condemned to drift upon the sky |
Through poems and reality |
When I looked inside through the window pane |
I could see him inside my room |
He was writing songs and many too |
Or was it him or was it me |
In that I turned around and moved |
Along. |
.. .. . |