The lyrics posted are complete junk. These are the correct lyrics:
Had we never come across
the vastness of pavement,
the barrenness of waves and
the grayness of the sea;
Never lost or ne'er been misguided,
we'd have ne'er reached seas so shining -
Or come from out
of a handsom in Camden
to a bar in the basement
while all the while it rained;
Or come around
to the friendliest of faces,
handsomest in ugly places -
Or come from out
of the tunnels we dig in,
to see that tunneling's not living,
and working doesn't work;
Or come to find
that loving is labor,
Labor's life and life's forever -
Or come to see
that keeping's not giving,
You get what you've given,
you get what you deserve;
In the midst of all of the action
maybe only there found satisfaction.
Chasing seafoam dreams around another dirty old town. Parallel run streams toward the gray ocean from the green ground.
"Oed und leer, das meer", but look beneath the glassy surface. All the songs you hear: down there they have a purpose.
All in all,
we cannot stop singing.
We cannot start sinking.
We swim until it ends.
They may kill
and we may be parted.
but we will ne'er be broken-hearted.
The lyrics posted are complete junk. These are the correct lyrics:
Had we never come across the vastness of pavement, the barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea; Never lost or ne'er been misguided, we'd have ne'er reached seas so shining - Or come from out of a handsom in Camden to a bar in the basement while all the while it rained; Or come around to the friendliest of faces, handsomest in ugly places - Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in, to see that tunneling's not living, and working doesn't work; Or come to find that loving is labor, Labor's life and life's forever - Or come to see that keeping's not giving, You get what you've given, you get what you deserve; In the midst of all of the action maybe only there found satisfaction.
Chasing seafoam dreams around another dirty old town. Parallel run streams toward the gray ocean from the green ground. "Oed und leer, das meer", but look beneath the glassy surface. All the songs you hear: down there they have a purpose.
All in all, we cannot stop singing. We cannot start sinking. We swim until it ends. They may kill and we may be parted. but we will ne'er be broken-hearted.
Beautiful song, GeeMo summed it up.