Songtext
I woke up one morning all was red
And the sun was dead
My eyes opened from a beautiful dream
Into a world's new saffron skin
Across the gloom, at the end of the room
Laid a not inked in last moon
It said she said she'd rather be dead
Than hear the flutter of wings in her head
And that
Oh,There are so many places to see
Oh, there are so many people to be
Oh,There are so many places to see
Oh, there are so many people to be
She wrote that all my stories
Were written in the palms of my hands
And that all the answers
Slept beneath the desert sands
Past the neverlands
In a quiet place
That only I could face
I woke up next morning all alone
And her smell was gone
On the walls, cracks bled led and spread
As vermin in agony fled
Across the river a feast of flame
Was eager to defeat its bane
Under the choking beat of a ceiling fan
I put yesterday's clothes and ran
And oh
There are so many places to see
Oh, there are so many people to be
And it's true
There are so many places to see
It's true, there are so many people to be
I crossed the fields and plains
Under the hash flake rain
To the edge of a town
Our sanctuary slain
People were boarding a train
Easterly bound
Past the nowhere lands
To a forbidding place
That only steel could face
Not a sound
Only the lonely clicks of tracks below
And the landscape running away
Through the coal stained window
Leaving the orange glow
Only our eyes would show
Our silent sorrow
And a million thoughts with nowhere to flow
The conductor came in and softly said
Do not fret, go to sleep
It's a well oiled machine
And it won't run out of steam
Unless the stoker runs out of dreams
Wolf Kroeger
O/B/O DistroKid, TUNECORE INC