Behold, the sky, a gathering, fire falling
The old, the spry, enveloping, fire falling
The Gold, the spy, a carapace, fire falling
They sold, the sty, an an omnibus, fire falling
I wish that I could be a better man
You can't, the change you seek, it slips from you
To know, that I could be a stronger man
You're weak! A useless and most vile thing
The truth. it crumbles in my hands again
Yor lie! I can't believe a word you say
I fear, that no one will remember me
You die! In an unmarked grave
Morning Giants - Twelve Minutes Til Al Dente Lyrics
Morning Giants - Twelve Minutes Til Al Dente Lyrics
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Behold, the sky, a gathering, fire falling
The old, the spry, enveloping, fire falling
The Gold, the spy, a carapace, fire falling
They sold, the sty, an an omnibus, fire falling
I wish that I could be a better man
You can't, the change you seek, it slips from you
To know, that I could be a stronger man
You're weak! A useless and most vile thing
The truth. it crumbles in my hands again
Yor lie! I can't believe a word you say
I fear, that no one will remember me
You die! In an unmarked grave
The old, the spry, enveloping, fire falling
The Gold, the spy, a carapace, fire falling
They sold, the sty, an an omnibus, fire falling
I wish that I could be a better man
You can't, the change you seek, it slips from you
To know, that I could be a stronger man
You're weak! A useless and most vile thing
The truth. it crumbles in my hands again
Yor lie! I can't believe a word you say
I fear, that no one will remember me
You die! In an unmarked grave
Writer: Michael Gaito
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid