Brilliant Shining
As sure as the sun will rise
As sure as the stabbing rose withers
World you may get the better of me yet
But I'm a fighting man a civilised man
Taught to believe in the righteous plan
Wrapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Whispering the walls down
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much finer than your pin-striped slicker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
With all the promises they make
Sometimes I wonder just for whose sake
I'm looking for much more than a kingdom of bread
If I could pin them down to the giving ground
Shackle and shear the lying hounds
Trapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Shivering the timbers
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
We could paint the skies with it
When I'm feeling small
Weaker than a dwarfed bird
No more than a pin-drop
In a hurricane
Comes that voice again
Growing to a roaring
In my brain, saying
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It burns brighter than the preacher's fire
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much sounder than your honoured speaker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
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Brilliant Shining
As sure as the sun will rise
As sure as the stabbing rose withers
World you may get the better of me yet
But I'm a fighting man a civilised man
Taught to believe in the righteous plan
Wrapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Whispering the walls down
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much finer than your pin-striped slicker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
With all the promises they make
Sometimes I wonder just for whose sake
I'm looking for much more than a kingdom of bread
If I could pin them down to the giving ground
Shackle and shear the lying hounds
Trapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Shivering the timbers
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
We could paint the skies with it
When I'm feeling small
Weaker than a dwarfed bird
No more than a pin-drop
In a hurricane
Comes that voice again
Growing to a roaring
In my brain, saying
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It burns brighter than the preacher's fire
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much sounder than your honoured speaker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
As sure as the sun will rise
As sure as the stabbing rose withers
World you may get the better of me yet
But I'm a fighting man a civilised man
Taught to believe in the righteous plan
Wrapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Whispering the walls down
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much finer than your pin-striped slicker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
With all the promises they make
Sometimes I wonder just for whose sake
I'm looking for much more than a kingdom of bread
If I could pin them down to the giving ground
Shackle and shear the lying hounds
Trapped in the battle for my body and soul
There's that voice again
Shivering the timbers
Growing to a roaring
In my brain
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much brighter than the preacher's collar
Look for the brilliant shining
We could paint the skies with it
When I'm feeling small
Weaker than a dwarfed bird
No more than a pin-drop
In a hurricane
Comes that voice again
Growing to a roaring
In my brain, saying
Look deep and hard inside your hammering heart
Look for the brilliant shining
It burns brighter than the preacher's fire
Look for the brilliant shining
It's much sounder than your honoured speaker
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it
It's a new old kind of bravery
We could paint the skies with it