From the concrete cities to the wide open spaces Everything in tension and waiting There's a little gust of wind and then stillness A little creak of the timbers and then silence We love this gallows humour but there must be a gallows And a masked pied piper that everybody follows We will grow weary of ourselves and we will dream a king Then we will bury ourselves Trouble always begins with the naming of things Like gods and desires and lines in the sand
And now all the sense of scale is Gone and the splinters think they're trees And the stones believe they're Mountains and the rivers think they're seas And we all gaze down like little Gods, our feathers think they're wings And the glass believes it's diamond And the courtiers think they're kings And the more of this we take inside, the stupider we become The rose and glow of approaching fire mistaken for the rising sun
I am the master of nothing, repeat after me I am the master of nothing I've always tried never to press too Hard, I never wanted to leave a mark I'm good with disappearing like I was never there
Now all the sense of scale is gone And the splinters think they're trees And the stones believe they're Mountains and the rivers think they're seas And we all gaze down like little Gods, our feathers think they're wings And the glass believes it's diamond And the courtiers think they're kings And the more of this we onboard, the stupider we become The rose and glow of approaching fire mistaken for the rising sun
So let's all go home now, look ourselves in the mirror Throw our heads back and laugh.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
