Great halls wide with the ages
And filled with the treasures of time
High walls more than the strongest of hearts
Should believe they could climb
We all stand here broken and torn
We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields
Back to the rolling hills
Back to the running burn
I don't know anything greater than you
High talk carefully chosen
To distance and hold well away
Thin words more than the gentlest of hearts
Can honestly say
We all stand here broken and torn
We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields
Back to the rolling hills
Back to the running burn
I don't know anything greater than you
It turns inside itself
Never ever to be understood
Great days held for the few
Who don't care and don't think they should
We all stand here broken and worn
We long to get back to what's real
And filled with the treasures of time
High walls more than the strongest of hearts
Should believe they could climb
We all stand here broken and torn
We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields
Back to the rolling hills
Back to the running burn
I don't know anything greater than you
High talk carefully chosen
To distance and hold well away
Thin words more than the gentlest of hearts
Can honestly say
We all stand here broken and torn
We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields
Back to the rolling hills
Back to the running burn
I don't know anything greater than you
It turns inside itself
Never ever to be understood
Great days held for the few
Who don't care and don't think they should
We all stand here broken and worn
We long to get back to what's real
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!