How much fun
To be drifting along
With the weight of the sun on my head
All covered in sand
As I sketch with my pen
And I brace for the troubles ahead
Slow
Let the weight of the bow
Tense your arm as you pull the string back
Don't be fooled by the light
Let their fear guide your eyes
As your arrows drive into their minds
You will pay
For the fire you stole
Down
Through a hole in the ground
Let the ferryman carry you back
To the winter queen's home
In the shadow abode
Where you learned to become one of them and
You
Dressed in cobbler's shoes
Play your lyre in the halls for the dead
Makes the ferryman sigh
With chagrin in his eye
And he lets you return to the sun
You will pay
For the knowledge you've gained
You will pay
You will pay for your new soul
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - Weight Of The Sun Lyrics
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - Weight Of The Sun Lyrics
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How much fun
To be drifting along
With the weight of the sun on my head
All covered in sand
As I sketch with my pen
And I brace for the troubles ahead
Slow
Let the weight of the bow
Tense your arm as you pull the string back
Don't be fooled by the light
Let their fear guide your eyes
As your arrows drive into their minds
You will pay
For the fire you stole
Down
Through a hole in the ground
Let the ferryman carry you back
To the winter queen's home
In the shadow abode
Where you learned to become one of them and
You
Dressed in cobbler's shoes
Play your lyre in the halls for the dead
Makes the ferryman sigh
With chagrin in his eye
And he lets you return to the sun
You will pay
For the knowledge you've gained
You will pay
You will pay for your new soul
To be drifting along
With the weight of the sun on my head
All covered in sand
As I sketch with my pen
And I brace for the troubles ahead
Slow
Let the weight of the bow
Tense your arm as you pull the string back
Don't be fooled by the light
Let their fear guide your eyes
As your arrows drive into their minds
You will pay
For the fire you stole
Down
Through a hole in the ground
Let the ferryman carry you back
To the winter queen's home
In the shadow abode
Where you learned to become one of them and
You
Dressed in cobbler's shoes
Play your lyre in the halls for the dead
Makes the ferryman sigh
With chagrin in his eye
And he lets you return to the sun
You will pay
For the knowledge you've gained
You will pay
You will pay for your new soul