Letra de Someday Past The Sunset - Chris Robinson Brotherhood
Letra de canci�n de Someday Past The Sunset de Chris Robinson Brotherhood lyrics
Well there's something missing, but they won't drag the river
God sends his children out into the streets
You can dig all you want, but there's no buried hatchets
Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I've been down with dogs, I've been low with toads
I've walked down the road, the old hermit won't go
And I've felt the holy in infinite spaces
I read their names while they all hid their faces
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
One hand in the sky, one on the third rail
Your mind can't be free if your soul is in jail
So long live the chains, set my iron free
Long live your king when he's dead like me
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I feel weary in the weight of these days
I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
Behind The Door, eye The Stone
Listen To The Voices that Won't Leave You Alone
Climb Up The Vine that goes Straight To Your Mind
Get Lost In The Jungle of Your Own Space And Time
I feel lucky in the weight of these days
I feel lucky in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seams
God sends his children out into the streets
You can dig all you want, but there's no buried hatchets
Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I've been down with dogs, I've been low with toads
I've walked down the road, the old hermit won't go
And I've felt the holy in infinite spaces
I read their names while they all hid their faces
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
One hand in the sky, one on the third rail
Your mind can't be free if your soul is in jail
So long live the chains, set my iron free
Long live your king when he's dead like me
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/someday-past-the-sunset-chris-robinson-brotherhood.php
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I feel weary in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seam
Behind The Door, eye The Stone
Listen To The Voices that Won't Leave You Alone
Climb Up The Vine that goes Straight To Your Mind
Get Lost In The Jungle of Your Own Space And Time
I feel lucky in the weight of these days
I feel lucky in the weight of these days
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
We'll shine like chrome with snow white angel wings
Will you meet me someday past the sunset?
Known by the known, the dreamers of the dream
And stich by stitch, we work to tear the seams
