The Vintage Caravan - Philosopher Lyrics

The Vintage Caravan Lyrics

"Philosopher"
(feat. Mikael Åkerfeldt)

Let me breathe
Let me bathe in your sound
Let me speak
Your words surround me

No more wasting time
Answers underlined
Now you're in your prime
With so much to realise

Can you help me understand
What we are
So that we may see what lies ahead

Let me see
Let me bask in your greatness
Let me feel
Who holds the power

Truly mesmerized
By the perfect skies
So hypnotized by what it is to be

Can you help me understand
What we are
So that we may see what lies ahead

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album: "Portals" (2025)

The Vintage Caravan - Portals album cover

Philosopher

Portal I

(Instrumental)

Days Go By

Portal II

(Instrumental)

Here You Come Again

Current

Give And Take

Portal III

(Instrumental)

Crossroads

Alone

Portal IV

(Instrumental)

Freedom

Riot

Electrified

Portal V

(Instrumental)

My Aurora

This Road

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