When you're out beyond the pale
Hear the far off sirens wail
And this life don't measure up, Real life aint real enough
Light your candle, Put it in my window
When you're all but obsolete
And you're wallowing in defeat
And you long for some kind of grace,
Something they cant take away
Hold on tight, I'll meet you in the morning
When the sun will meet the sky
Set the heavens all alight
Take a look before its gone, nothing really lasts for long
All the cities and walls, I'd see 'em all burn for you...
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
When the gallows are being built
You can see from you window sill
All the things you might've done
Burning up in the morning sun
Come evening time, we'll be swinging
The night is ours lets not forget
We haven't lost anything yet
Aint it all been like a dream
I for one don't care what it means
I'll be alright, they wont
Break me
When the heart is overflowed with a joy no vessel can hold
Everything comes back to you
Just the way you want it to
Like a water winds
To the ground that's breaking
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
On the banks of the river falling
On the line where the star's revolving
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
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When you're out beyond the pale
Hear the far off sirens wail
And this life don't measure up, Real life aint real enough
Light your candle, Put it in my window
When you're all but obsolete
And you're wallowing in defeat
And you long for some kind of grace,
Something they cant take away
Hold on tight, I'll meet you in the morning
When the sun will meet the sky
Set the heavens all alight
Take a look before its gone, nothing really lasts for long
All the cities and walls, I'd see 'em all burn for you...
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
When the gallows are being built
You can see from you window sill
All the things you might've done
Burning up in the morning sun
Come evening time, we'll be swinging
The night is ours lets not forget
We haven't lost anything yet
Aint it all been like a dream
I for one don't care what it means
I'll be alright, they wont
Break me
When the heart is overflowed with a joy no vessel can hold
Everything comes back to you
Just the way you want it to
Like a water winds
To the ground that's breaking
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
On the banks of the river falling
On the line where the star's revolving
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
Hear the far off sirens wail
And this life don't measure up, Real life aint real enough
Light your candle, Put it in my window
When you're all but obsolete
And you're wallowing in defeat
And you long for some kind of grace,
Something they cant take away
Hold on tight, I'll meet you in the morning
When the sun will meet the sky
Set the heavens all alight
Take a look before its gone, nothing really lasts for long
All the cities and walls, I'd see 'em all burn for you...
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
When the gallows are being built
You can see from you window sill
All the things you might've done
Burning up in the morning sun
Come evening time, we'll be swinging
The night is ours lets not forget
We haven't lost anything yet
Aint it all been like a dream
I for one don't care what it means
I'll be alright, they wont
Break me
When the heart is overflowed with a joy no vessel can hold
Everything comes back to you
Just the way you want it to
Like a water winds
To the ground that's breaking
In the shade of the poplar tree
On the high noon's whispered breeze
On the banks of the river falling
On the line where the star's revolving
By the cave where the phantoms are calling me
Writer: Max Clarke
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