Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Beyond the Fond Old River, artist - SikTh. Album song Death of a Dead Day, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Way Beyond the Fond Old River |
you will never really know until |
youve learnt to lead |
never understand until youve sown the |
seed |
you can gather information with the |
will to read |
but youll never really know until |
youve sown the seed |
we live and learn to fly away |
travel through the clouds to fly |
away |
thought to save as blessins somedays |
learnt |
when tables turn and bridges soon |
then burn |
while the moral mans making trees |
from the gathered leaves |
we gather round the fire and smoke to sea |
for you will never know where some |
ideas can lead |
you will never know until youve sown |
the seed |
the sea |
way beyond the fond old river |
(way beyond the fond old river) |
Paint is bled to form the shiver |
shiver |
(shiver shiver shiver) |
while the metal gathers moss |
(while the metal gathers moss) |
and you standing on the gloss. |
well |
we seem to only really know of these |
ways to feed |
microwave our meals the oranges |
we peel |
you can know the station by the sign |
you read |
but youll never really know until |
youve learnt to lead |
we live and learn to fly away |
travel through the clouds to find |
your way |
thought to save as blessins somedays |
learnt |
when thunder turns can blossom soon |
be earned? |
while the feral mans making trees |
from the gathered leaves |
we gathered round the fire and smoked |
the sea |
for you will never know where some |
ideas can lead |
you will never know until youve sown |
the seed |
way beyond the fond old river |
(way beyond the fond old river) |
Paint is bled to form the shiver |
shiver |
(shiver shiver shiver) |
while the metal gathers moss |
(while the metal gathers moss) |
and you standing on the gloss. |
well |
we had. |
we had admired to fly away |
we had. |
we had admired to fly away |
again |
we had we had admired the flight to far away again |
now those lakes are stains. |
drained |
and gone |
the leaves they float and somedays |
they do turn |
within that hole under sea |
way past the shell |
now you can see |
beyond those trees |
and tears could be ridden |
ignore the din of pained paper clones |
though |