"Rule #28 - Sand" lyrics
"Rule #28 - Sand"
(feat. Raquel Lily & Atlys)
Carved into sand
We formed a plan
Using the branches you found near the beach
You showed me dreams
I couldn't conceive
Not until you described them to me
They were my mage
Broadened my stage
Weaving those spells that would captivate me
Carrying my mind
'Long for the ride
With the stories that made me believe
Who-oo-oo
Might I embody to be
You-oo-oo
Fit brand new lenses on me
The water was cold
Up to my throat
Gasping, I found it was so hard to breathe
You calmed my nerves
More than I deserved
When you passed your arms around me
I hardly moved
Yet I soared through
Feelings and mem'ries
I'll never describe
But what I can say
Is that warmth you gave
Cleared the mountains of thoughts from my mind
Who-oo-oo
Might we evolve to be
You-oo-oo
Caused an expansion so free
As we grow less young
Songs that were sung
Remain as ghosts in the stairs and the walls
As my hands lose grip
We might just sit
To take in the colors of fall
With these frail bones
We can still go
Back through these photos
Moments of life
Snapshots we lived
We were once kids
Holding both hands in the night
Who-oo-oo
Brought such an angel to me
You-oo-oo
Are everything to me
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- Fish In A Birdcage Lyrics
album:
"Man-O-War" (2022)
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