Lyrics
The swell will rise and you’ll be the forgotten one
A shadow sort, a side-line whore
All too often you’re shouting, always pitiable words
On the lines of your shallow narrow proofs
When light comes to question, you’ll say ‘see, the stones aren’t behind you’
But the moving must arise, that’s when the present is a lost cause
The swell will rise…
Attention starved by crowding
You have fallen back in line
To the line that ingratiates you
All oneness and silence, a handful of themes,
You think you can point out the fools
The fool is you
…And I’ve been here, with hallowed heart
for the sun, the lone must wait so long
and I’ll be there, with hallowed heart
and you’ll never met me there
and I’ll be there, with hallowed heart
and I’ll be there, with hallowed heart
and I’ll be there, with hallowed heart
and you’ll be left at the sidelines
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