Song | Always Been There |
Artist | Duke Special |
Album | Oh Pioneer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
I lost my only hope. | |
And your face on the coin, didnt see it coming, | |
A place where | |
I can rest was all | |
I ever wanted, | |
My broken weary bones. | |
Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
Among the storms. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like its always been there, | |
Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
Familiar and unknown. | |
Carve me under pork so | |
Ill always remember | |
A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
My old time trusted friend. | |
Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
A knight in wind. | |
The voice | |
I know comes through the crowd, | |
A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
Feels like its always been there, | |
Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
Opinion that we recognize. | |
A journey is the destination, | |
That keeps us alive. | |
These words are like a net | |
That try and catch the longing | |
With pennan with a pitch. | |
But nothing seems to come | |
At least of us the shadow | |
Beyond my reach. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like its always been there, | |
Feels like its always been there, waiting. | |
Feels like its always been there, waiting |
I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
I lost my only hope. | |
And your face on the coin, didn t see it coming, | |
A place where | |
I can rest was all | |
I ever wanted, | |
My broken weary bones. | |
Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
Among the storms. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
Familiar and unknown. | |
Carve me under pork so | |
I ll always remember | |
A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
My old time trusted friend. | |
Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
A knight in wind. | |
The voice | |
I know comes through the crowd, | |
A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
Opinion that we recognize. | |
A journey is the destination, | |
That keeps us alive. | |
These words are like a net | |
That try and catch the longing | |
With pennan with a pitch. | |
But nothing seems to come | |
At least of us the shadow | |
Beyond my reach. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting |
I fell into the future, go into the moon and | |
I lost my only hope. | |
And your face on the coin, didn t see it coming, | |
A place where | |
I can rest was all | |
I ever wanted, | |
My broken weary bones. | |
Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer, | |
Among the storms. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
Came upon an oak tree beside the river, | |
Familiar and unknown. | |
Carve me under pork so | |
I ll always remember | |
A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon, | |
My old time trusted friend. | |
Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion, | |
A knight in wind. | |
The voice | |
I know comes through the crowd, | |
A distant jump with echoes inside. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
A hook in the sky that pulls us | |
Opinion that we recognize. | |
A journey is the destination, | |
That keeps us alive. | |
These words are like a net | |
That try and catch the longing | |
With pennan with a pitch. | |
But nothing seems to come | |
At least of us the shadow | |
Beyond my reach. | |
Every note there from the start, | |
The song I heard way back in the dark. | |
Feels like it s always been there, | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting. | |
Feels like it s always been there, waiting |