letra de the high countries - caedmon's call
a bus station, in the steam from the rain
in this line of pale strangers, should i go or stay?
the whole field of vision, fades beneath me now
and the houses spread for a million miles,
in this gray town
and the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
it would p-ss right through you, so now’s your chance
would you fall to pieces
would you fall to pieces
would you fall to pieces
in the high countries?
we are just pilgrims of the great divorce
i am witness to the light and i am captive to my own remorse
and the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand
it would p-ss right through you, so now’s your chance
you drink the cup to the bottom, but it burns in your hands
the cup was poured out on the maker instead
out on the green plains, i am but a ghost
bound up with all that i call “mine” still the light grows
letras aleatórias
- letra de 3:16 (spontaneous) - phil wickham
- letra de tu sombra de mí - manuel garcía
- letra de как раньше (like before) - пикчи! (picturesboys)
- letra de come alive (live in los angeles) - chromeo & toro y moi
- letra de dyno - jay critch
- letra de what keeps me from it - jp saxe
- letra de good n bad - gopi waraich
- letra de sunday - chamagic, push paw
- letra de gold - joe cho
- letra de wrestler - trinita'