Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart of Life, artist - Marching Church. Album song Telling It Like It Is, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 27.10.2016
Record label: Sacred Bones
Song language: English
Heart of Life |
| In the silence |
| Revelations come forward |
| In the absent word |
| In the silence |
| In the violence |
| Adrenaline is rushing |
| Through the veins of swinging arms |
| In the violence |
| Oh my brothers |
| Catch me when I fall again |
| I’m always tripping when it rains |
| My brothers |
| Oh my sisters |
| Kiss me on the cheek and say |
| I still love you, besides your ways |
| My sisters |
| I stand a reject at the heart of life |
| Carving through concrete with a butter knife |
| A colossal outbreak of clamour surrounds me |
| Various rhythms and tempos are as if fighting against each other |
| Bragging voices melts into the stream |
| The river at the heart of life, honey |
| And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me |
| Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness |
| Fist-fucked by destiny, I’m positioned like a beggar |
| At the heart of life, sugar |
| My delusions |
| The treasures of a mislead life |
| Vaguely resemble paradise |
| At times |
| In the wilderness |
| Direction is lost |
| While discovery tears its new visions |
| In the wild |
| Oh my brothers |
| Catch me when I fall again |
| I’m always tripping when it rains |
| My brothers |
| Oh my sisters |
| Kiss me on the cheek and say |
| I still love you, besides your ways |
| My sisters |
| I stand a reject at the heart of life |
| Carving through concrete with a butter knife |
| Everything seems to have lead up to this |
| But that’s of course always the case, yet a matter of realising |
| When one can’t belong, one feels the urge to ruin |
| At the heart of life, baby |
| And all the while it feels as if the light of the moon is following me |
| Like a spotlight in some bizarre theatre of loneliness |
| Fist-fucked by destiny, I’m positioned like a beggar |
| At the heart of life, sugar |