O vanity of vanities, O vanity of vanities...

Songs of the poets, songs of our youth
Songs of the moment of the roads we must choose
In the days of the time any highway we find we'll walk
Far north to a wild country that will test our talk

never tire, new trails will form, here a birch tree fell on what was worn
We were forced to find a new way, like the river to the sea we'll move and stay.
Adventure not security, what we seek is to live free.
hopefully someday we'll look back on a life where we kept holding hands and we'll say, "all right" "That was that." "thank you dear" "sleep by my side one last time" "the sky is clear."

All the earth is busy living its life
the wild things love and are loved so why shouldn't I?
Don't need me no job, don't care to make it in this world.
Just want friends who know the Lord's Prayer and say it, and perhaps a girl.
We'd live in a cabin in the woods together, our life would be a letter that said. "Don't ever Give up! Don't ever give up!"

Would it have been better to have not been born? In the night this question kept you warm.
When the morning came you stood forlorn and you moved on like you always do.
behind you grew things you never knew, a shady grove, red fruit and blue
I know you want what I want too
The spirit it comes through the wound.

Follow the impulses of your heart in the days of your youth and the desire of your eyes;
But know you'll be judged for all that you do, fear God, follow His ways they are Life.
The Spirit comes through the wound.

Lyrics submitted by jsparisinflames

Amidst this Apocalyptic Twilight song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top