to the gleam of her shores...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
Lyrics
before the thought found my mouth,
you deem to shout,
to tarry here more,
settle a score,
you deem to shout...
even though no words
left my mouth, so pull
me some more,
bore me some more
get it all...
out here in the field
where the stars they will not collide
out here in the field
turning hoops and halos through my eyes
even though they've opened
some more, to the stumbling floor
and the gleam of her shore
so sue me some more
out here in the field...
keeping it real,
to the gleam of her shore,
so sue me some more,
bore me some more,
get it all...
out here in the field...
so be sure,
so the sky will not fall
be sure,
for this land that we crawl,
be sure
so the sky will not fall
be sure,
for this land that we crawl....
