Final Light Songtext
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Final Light Songtext
I wade in the water
On the shores of tedium
Where days come crashing
Devoid of significance
In the sands, my heart is lost
Trapped in the neck of the hourglass
As if to sift the soil and trap the gold
But nothing sticks and nothing flows
While the horizon bleeds its final light
And paints the stars across my eyes
I hear the hymn sung behind a veil
Of fractured smiles and hopes growing dim
I hear you singing with the swans
Waves reach far to wash away
Another static, fallow day
I′ve lost count, the grains won't fall
I feel my blood slow to a halt
While the horizon bleeds its final light
And paints the stars across my eyes
I hear the hymn sung behind a veil
Of fractured smiles and hopes growing dim
Part the waters of old devotion
Bleak and faded now
Like moonlight scattered
Across a restless ocean
Take my hand and lead me down
Trade my sober grey for brilliant blue
Because my heart is lost
Snared in the grip of a dying love
Writhing in its final throes
Time stands still and nothing flows
I wade in the water
In the tide of wasted years
An endless stream of fallow days
Wishing you were here
On the shores of tedium
Where days come crashing
Devoid of significance
In the sands, my heart is lost
Trapped in the neck of the hourglass
As if to sift the soil and trap the gold
But nothing sticks and nothing flows
While the horizon bleeds its final light
And paints the stars across my eyes
I hear the hymn sung behind a veil
Of fractured smiles and hopes growing dim
I hear you singing with the swans
Waves reach far to wash away
Another static, fallow day
I′ve lost count, the grains won't fall
I feel my blood slow to a halt
While the horizon bleeds its final light
And paints the stars across my eyes
I hear the hymn sung behind a veil
Of fractured smiles and hopes growing dim
Part the waters of old devotion
Bleak and faded now
Like moonlight scattered
Across a restless ocean
Take my hand and lead me down
Trade my sober grey for brilliant blue
Because my heart is lost
Snared in the grip of a dying love
Writhing in its final throes
Time stands still and nothing flows
I wade in the water
In the tide of wasted years
An endless stream of fallow days
Wishing you were here
Writer(s): Fredrik Norrman, Alexander Carl Backlund Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com