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Will you just tell him what I cannot say
Will you just shine up on the ghost on my way
I dropped a game of throwing knifes alone
There must be marks on every tree
From the past, you are home
Only the may-fly used to tell me so
Now every song has dropped away
Just let go
Now mid-night sun takes turns with northern lights
And will I ever have to feel
What those blades were about
And in that sound of sighing
That empty how
And all the ever-loving
Bends in the line of your tracks
Some ends forgotten and other released
What ever happened to the boys
Now that sailed for the seas
Well you know you're already young
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
It's all we'll ever be
I don't remember where I learned to die
But I'm humble for the rocks when I try
And somehow I am lowered onto the waves
And when I'm with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face
And in that sound of sighing
That empty how
And all the ever-loving
Bends in the line of your tracks
Some ends forgotten
And some others bleed
Whatever happened to the boys
Now they're sailed for the seas
Well you know you're already young
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
It's all we'll ever be
Tired motion of the rusty bell
Just humming
Go to hell
I've been the tower
But now walk alone
There must be marks on every page
From the backs to these songs
And in that sound of sighing
That empty how
And all that's ever-loving
Bends in the line of your trail
Some ends forgotten
And some others believed
Whatever happened to the boys
Now it's sailed for the seas
Well you know you're already young
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
Will you just shine up on the ghost on my way
There must be marks on every tree
From the past, you are home
Now every song has dropped away
Just let go
And will I ever have to feel
What those blades were about
That empty how
And all the ever-loving
Bends in the line of your tracks
What ever happened to the boys
Now that sailed for the seas
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
But I'm humble for the rocks when I try
And somehow I am lowered onto the waves
And when I'm with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face
That empty how
And all the ever-loving
Bends in the line of your tracks
And some others bleed
Whatever happened to the boys
Now they're sailed for the seas
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
Just humming
Go to hell
But now walk alone
There must be marks on every page
From the backs to these songs
That empty how
And all that's ever-loving
Bends in the line of your trail
And some others believed
Now it's sailed for the seas
Like the grass withered to become
Again and free
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Submitted by
overbeefed On May 25, 2012
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Please revise the lyrics:
Verse
When you just tell them what I cannot say when you just shine upon the ghosts along my way I drop the game of throwing knives alone there must be marks on every tree from the past to our home
Only the mayfly used to tell me so now here is august, drop your weight, just let go now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights will I ever have to feel what those blades were about?
Prechorus
In that sound of sighing, that empty howl and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries some ends forgotten and some others believed whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
Chorus
when you know you’re already young like the grass wither to become again and free, it’s all we’ll ever be
I don’t remember where i learned to dive but I am humble for the rocks when I try and somehow I am lowered onto the waves now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face
Prechorus
In that sound of sighing, that empty howl and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries some ends forgotten and some others believed whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
Chorus
when you know you’re already young like the grass wither to become again and free, it’s all we’ll ever be
Slower Verse
The tired motion of the rusty bell just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell I’ve been the tower but now walk along there must be marks on every page from the past to these songs.
Prechorus
In that sound of sighing, that empty howl and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries some ends forgotten and some others believed whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas
Chorus
when you know you’re already young like the grass wither to become again and free,
Hi, I noticed a small mistake at the beginning: "from the past, you are home.."
In fact it's "from the past to our home"