I made the field & the wall
And I´ll watch it grow.
Until towers crumble & fall
And waters no longer flow.
It is always now, & time can´t be cheated.
Condemned to the past just to repeat it.
It is all too real as I stare at the ceiling.
One hand on the deck. One hand for the dealing.
This is the time, this is the place I am seeking.
Made it here & I am not leaving.
I need it, & call it, & want it again and,
For all, to know our days set.
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling.
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing.
I need it, & call it, & want it, again and,
For all, to know our days set.
Close on the end & all that it is bringing.
Hold on to my head to block out the ringing.
It is all too late as the tick marks a feeling.
One for the deck & one for the dealing.
This is the time, this is the place I am seeking.
Made it here & I am not leaving.
I need it, & call it, & want it again and,
For all, to know our days set.
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling.
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing.
I need it, & call it, & want it, again and,
For all, to know our days set.
I made the field & the wall
And I´ll watch them die.
Until towers crumble & fall
And the sun drops from the sky.
This is the time, this is the place I am seeking.
Made it here & I am not leaving.
I need it, & call it, & want it again and,
For all, to know our days set.
These are the chords that set the whole scene reeling.
Broke the breaks when we all start stealing.
I need it, & call it, & want it, again and,
For all, to know our days set.
It is all too real as I stare at the ceiling.
One hand on the deck. One hand for the dealing.
I need it, & call it, & want it, again and,
For all, to know our days set.
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