Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden Geese with Silver Tongues, artist - Valiant Hearts. Album song Wanderlust, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Record label: We Are Triumphant
Song language: English
Golden Geese with Silver Tongues |
Through the looking glass we flee |
When deserts swallow all we see |
It’s all coalescing in a moment |
As the sun kisses me |
When the days all drown in disarray |
The bells will toll and we’ll understand what they stole |
From the poets mouths |
Their well of words is drawn |
Their words, the ink would never let dry, but sadly set alight |
Like a flame set out to see the world at night |
Medicated in this state, we feel imagination numbly fade |
As the melody is coursing through our veins |
With silver tongues, they talk |
As we listen to them spouting lies back and forth |
Since all their ideals are gold that their truths can’t afford |
So through the looking glass we flee |
When deserts swallow all we see |
It’s all coalescing in a moment as the sun kisses me |
Their words decide if the fire cuts through |
Or simple flickers and subsides |
With poison dripping all down the page |
An audience fed toxic words, until they obey |
Please, oh Piper play your song |
Sedate the snakes then move along |
We’re insatiable, we feed on melodies |
Intangible |
I fail to read what’s right in front of me |
With every verse i’m blinded by what’s to come |
And what has come to be |
Now we’re left holding a picture |
Piece by piece |
With silver tongues, they talk |
As we listen to them spouting lies back and forth |
Since all their ideals are gold that their truths can’t afford |
So through the looking glass we flee |
When deserts swallow all we see |
We’re burning out of these sun-kissed bodies |
So we stare into the breach that lies between |
The pen, the page and this soliloquy |
With an invitation from the deep |
To join them in their sleep |
We can’t see what we are, we only see what we want |
This fallacy is just the start |
We can’t see what we are, we only see what we want |
This fallacy is just the start |
With silver tongues, they talk |
As we listen to them spouting lies back and forth |
Because all their ideals are gold |
With silver tongues, they talk |
As we listen to them spouting lies back and forth |
Since all their ideals are gold that their truths can’t afford |
So through the looking glass we flee |
When deserts swallow all we see |
We’re burning out of these sun-kissed bodies |