Wayfinder Songtext
von Sundog
Wayfinder Songtext
The cap comes loose, all the hatters are running out naked again
The bellows of whales, the ships setting sail
As the cavalry dissolves
The fool left staggering, stomach in his arms
You see the wind, feel your blood curling in all directions
The elephant blows, the grain turns to snow
As the soldiers march in time
The drumbeat shaking all the glands of your mind
But something unmoving seems to sway
And a walker on water standing at bay
And all the arrows point the same way
So take the knife, throw it into the fire, for the sake of us all
And cut through the nails, and bring down the veils
There′s a new line being drawn
Your black hole eyes are being called upon
But something unmoving seems to sway
And a walker on water standing at bay
And all the arrows point the same way
So take the knife, throw it into the fire, for the sake of us all
And cut through the nails, and bring down the veils
There's a new line being drawn
Your black hole eyes are being called upon
The wheel turns with an awful scrape
From twine to gold, from shine to shape
Don′t be swept in, stay with me now
Wayfinder, wayseeker
The bellows of whales, the ships setting sail
As the cavalry dissolves
The fool left staggering, stomach in his arms
You see the wind, feel your blood curling in all directions
The elephant blows, the grain turns to snow
As the soldiers march in time
The drumbeat shaking all the glands of your mind
But something unmoving seems to sway
And a walker on water standing at bay
And all the arrows point the same way
So take the knife, throw it into the fire, for the sake of us all
And cut through the nails, and bring down the veils
There′s a new line being drawn
Your black hole eyes are being called upon
But something unmoving seems to sway
And a walker on water standing at bay
And all the arrows point the same way
So take the knife, throw it into the fire, for the sake of us all
And cut through the nails, and bring down the veils
There's a new line being drawn
Your black hole eyes are being called upon
The wheel turns with an awful scrape
From twine to gold, from shine to shape
Don′t be swept in, stay with me now
Wayfinder, wayseeker
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